Day 810: Rained Out

Not much to tell...

Just one long day in the bunker wif the Mom tellin me stories about brave boys and treasures.

Please to make the Hermine go away.

Day 744: One More Day Of The Hurricane Alex

You know that wise ole sayin, "If you don't have any fing good to say, say nuffin at all", well for that reason, I will be keepin some of my foughts to myself, and this is why...

Last we spoke on Day 743, I was minutes short of what I call my "chalk outline" position:

Fings remained calm for the rest of the evenin and up until about 330am, when I hop on the big bed to ask the Mom... "Do you feel that?". I am not sure of her answer on a counta it was just like the sweet nuffins of love talk, along wif some chin rubbins... but at 350am when the bottom dropped out of the storm clouds and the funder began to rumble... she knew I had not hopped on big bed for bed time story.

I quickly headed to the bunker for some whistlin and scratchin, and the Mom hopped up, turned the lights on [sorry, the Bleu!] and turned on the funeral music. At 6am, I decided the freat was over, and I was adamant about bein served the breakfast foods [work up quite a appetite when havin a nervous breakdown]!

We had a decent and relaxed, albeit tired feelin mornin until the funder did begin again round noon... It was not pretty. It breaks my the Mom's heart not to be able to comfort me, but the good news is that it is eventually over... And here are some images from the rest of the day:

Outta the bunker, but still nervous and pacin. I need to keep tabs on my the Mom!

If I look happy to you, it's on a counta we are havin a lengfy break in the funders... Unfortunately, I'm still pacin and pantin, and I know it's not completely over just yet.

Finally the storms have passed us, and me and the Bleu get to shnoof our tall grasses!

The Bleu shnoof some fing real interestin right here.

And I have found some fing shnoofy right about here!

And though this pitcher is a little blurry, I include it on a counta I am smilin... as I compose the blog post!

Pawnotes:

Everyone, please to vote in my poll... you will find it on my side bar. I only have 12 votes so far, just 6 days left to vote, and I need your advice!!!

Also...for those who are joinin me for the first time frew the Blog Hop, please do not judge a sweet boy by his difficult day after day after day of the Hurricane Alex Remnants.  Please to hop round and read some of my happy posts! I promise... most of them are!!!

Day 742: Mostly Today Written Yesterday (Last Night)

Ok, my friends... I am not one to project a blog post into the future but just ever so often... and tonight is one of those times... so you will be readin this no sooner than Fursday mornin, July 1. I apologize, but if I do not write right now... I do not know when I might!  

You see, it is not stormin or even rainin right now, so I am outta the bunker for a tasty berry treat, to check weather and to make preparations for the morrow... (includin this post).

Here is where we are now... as of this early Wednesday evenin. Hurricane Alex is bearin down on the Mexico coast and draggin bands of rains and winds behind him. I am sorry for all who will be devastated by this storm, and while clearly not life critical, I still dread bunker and nbd time...

"They" say "we" are gonna get hammered round 10pm tonight. I'm not so sure... but in any case, rest assured I will be makin up-to-the-minute prognostications and issuin household alerts and alarms as necessary... so PLEASE no need to worry bout the Mom and/or also the Bleu (of course). They will be dutifully awake and apprised of all impendin situations, wif several hours notice. I take my job seriously. Just sayin.

And back to the now... Berry treats were good, but now I must heed the call of one my several suburban bunker locations...

... which in this case is under the stool!

Dis and Other Claimer: I am bloggin round  my the Mom long work day and also this most awful weather I have found myself in... but I am hopin to actually update you real time tomorrow... live from really far up the Gulf Coastline.

And no... I will not be wearin a raincoat and standin in knee deep waters, nor will waves be crashin over my back! Instead, you will either see my sweet face... or you will not (on a counta it buried in the bunker!)!