It’s time for some happy thoughts. Friday afternoon Jim gave Zoe a bath. Why, don’t know, must be so she would be clean for the hurricane.
He took her out and all her friends were frolicking in the Bayou right next door. Surge was coming in. Winds picking up. He had Zoe on leash, eager to be with her buddies in the dirty fast-moving waters.
I said no, as I’d already done about four loads of wash including her bath towels. At the time I heard the Police Chief talking about one of his patrolmen seeing a kayak in a nearby bayou and being very upset that these people weren’t taking the hurricane threat seriously.
On the phone with Jim I asked if I should call and ask if having our dogs swim in the next bayou was acceptable! No way.
After I got the information we needed I headed downstairs where a pool party was in full force. Lawn furniture in the pool to keep tables and chairs from becoming projectiles (see earlier post, Aftermath) and dogs chasing tennis balls in the pool.
Someone asked how you prepare a dog for a major storm/hurricane. Pool party. Zoe and Jim slept through the night while Nervous Nellie here watched the storm and stayed online. They snored. Zoe didn’t even come out to my desk to see how I was doing, she was so tired from chasing/swimming.
That’s my Sous Chef, and my better half. Signing off, Dee
Cooking with Dee 