What’s with all the storms?
OK. So we move to Flower Mound – the quintessential suburb. Granted, we don’t really & truly fit in just yet (we’re not upper middle class, we’re not 40 something, we don’t have 2.something kids, etc), but we’re here nonetheless.
Somewhere I missed the notice that the only drawback to living here is the un-freakin believable storms. They were *never* this bad 30 miles away in Fort Worth. It’s absurd. We’ve already lost a fence. So, what the heck?
Last night, Ares & Apeliotes thought they would play a little musical chairs with my neighbor’s fence while throwing all kinds of lightning bolts and hail my way. Granted, it technically wasn’t my fence this time, but it might as well have been as it divides my yard and the neighbors. Not just that one fence, but his side yard fence went down as well – exposing our yards to the street & beyond.
This morning, Merrin let the dogs out (5:40a) and !poof! they’re gone. She manages to wrangle the slower two, but my beloved Chloe is nowhere to be seen. So….
Merrin runs back in the house and says something that sounds like “asdklfjsdfjlh” (I’m still taking codine), but she may have actually said just that. Regardless, we both rush out in the rain & lightning to find Clovis. Merrin hops in the truck and I hoof it in the dark.
After a few minutes of calling out, I hear this “Boosh! Boosh! Boosh!” and find Chloe doing her Titanic impersonation in the neighbors pool. Apparently she skipped dog paddling classes in favor of Shar-Pei sleeping class. I would guess that she was maybe 45-60 seconds from drowning. I yanked her from the pool and hitched up her leash.
I don’t even want to think what would have happened if I hadn’t found her when I did, but if anything were to ever happen to her — I don’t know how I would ever cope.
Thankfully, everyone’s making it through. The neighbor’s fence is repairable. The dogs and I eventually dried out, although I’m not sure how this is going to impact my Monkey SARS.
The forecast is calling for more storms this weekend. I suspect that someone’s fence is going down. My money’s on the brick house across the street. Statistically, I’m still in trouble as I still have two neighbors who have yet to lose their fences. As soon as Vegas releases the odds, I’ll post ’em.
Never a dull moment. Who could ask for more? 🙂