The day started off good, gray and rainy outside and snuggled up with my Mom in the bed. I was so snug and warm all curled up against my Mom. Then all hell broke loose around here. Mom gets a text from the police department that a tornado is headed straight for where we live. The sirens go off. I start to howl. Mom gets up and gets dressed, saying she doesn't want her butt exposed if we get blown outside. I don't see what the big deal is, I LIKE exposing my butt to the elements. It's rather refreshing. But then again, my butt is a lot cuter than Mom's. Then my Grammy called in tears because she just KNOWS we are going to get blown away by the tornado. So Mom calms her down, and makes us all promise to tell her we are in an underground cave in another town if she calls back. We pinky swear. She calls back, many, many times. Mom finally tells her we can't take cover if we are constantly having to answer the phone to reassure her we are taking cover. She stops. Good thing too, because then my other Grammy sees it on tv and SHE starts calling to make sure we are safe. Mom says we will be the only ones standing in the middle of the wind and hail on the telephone. Anyway, it is all over for a while now and everyone is safe. I do still harbor the hope that someday the wind will catch Tucker's ears and carry him away.
My Boy was going to put me in the crate for safety, I wasn't liking it and was trying to get away.
Can you tell how impressed I was with the whole affair?