Since when do They start naming winter storms? And could They honestly pick something a little bit more relevant to the severe amount of wind and rain whirling around outside? I mean, honestly...how does one get the job of naming storms? Can I do that?!?
We're lucky enough to have maintained power but the wind has driven me crazy all day. Things are getting blown over every second and the noise sends my ankle biting guard dogs into furious bouts of protection-bark-rage. Once they're assured it's NOT an intruder coming to steal the favorite squeak toy, they calm down...for 10-30 seconds until a tree branch slams and scrapes a window or the trash cans blow over. Then. Joy of joys. YAPYAPYAPYAPYAPYAPYAPYAP. Watching them go to the bathroom has been one of the more humorous parts of my day, though. The mighty 12lb papillon frame is, apparently, not one for fighting gale-force winter storm winds.
Ah, wait! The beasts have quieted.
For now.
I might just get to sleep through this storm afterall!
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