PALM BEACH PRINGLES AND HURRICANES
Woof, Kids!Top-o-the-Monday-Morning to ya, you hounds.
There I sit, the Diva-Dog, calmly and serenely by the Intra-Coastal...scouting for all things...HURRICANE. Did you hear? You crazy kids, we're not talking about the drink this time.
Yep, here we go with Tropical Storms and ranting and raving and possible hurricanes and howling winds and blowing rains and...hold ON...I'm back...I had to place my paws over my ears...I can't take the drama. Is it me or do some weather people just look positively giddy about all this churning and turning sea water?
Mutts and pups, the wild stuff is coming at this little peninsula from ALL directions...Atlantic side, Gulf side, east and west. Look out!!! Auntie Em, Auntie Em...wait...that's a tornado...never mind.
Whew! The Diva can R-E-L-A-X (thanks, Frankie...love that 80's song, don't you?)...Moolie has our trusty "hurricane kit" all ready. Huge flashlights, huge batteries, portable radio and portable batteries, food, water, hand wipes...WAIT ONE SECOND...I did NOT see dog food and, more importantly, dog treats in that crazy bag.
Seriously, hurricane supplies inside some lame black bag? First of all, Moolie does not even LIKE Pringles and I, definitely, saw some little cans of that inside the emergency bag. Now those Lance peanut butter crackers look absolutely elegant. You know the ones I'm talking 'bout. Orange. Dark and fake orange color in little packages. Is there still a peanut, whatever, going on? Moolie never liked nutty butter all that much, but a hurricane calls for drastic peanut butter eating measures.
I can see it now...hurricane, Larry-Curly-Moe and Mary, swirling and twirling and we sit with our flashlight and tiny radio...eating Pringles, canned tuna, orange crackers with suspect peanut butter. Hey, doesn't sound half bad come to think of it!!
Kidding, you mutts, it's serious business and we take it that way, so...rain, rain go away...hurricanes too!! Please and thank you.
But, guess who doesn't give a tiny rat's ass about hurricanes? Those crazy Miami-Vice-Cats, Crookshanks and Kaeda, looking all sly and giving with the attitude in their new Miami digs. Take a gander at 'em and tell me they care...
Uh-huh, uh-huh.Bark at me!!
...THEY CARE!!!!...Looks to me like they'e already gone into hiding!!! "Hey could someone please shut that storm ...errr...cabinet door for me!!
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Yes, yes they do. Hm. Well, we do have that crazy local weather guy as a Facebook friend to keep tabs on all things weather, so what does that say?
Looks like Ana is pooping out and Bill is tracking un-Florida. For me, just the name Bill conjures up a BIG negative...family history, which is now non-family ancient history...okay, enough.
Teddy-Frosty Paws, give Monday a good howl up and over there!!!
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We don't care for the name "Bill" either...(personal)...nor do we like the things that come to us in the mail ...called..."Bills".....lets agree that we just plain don't like ..."all things Bill!"
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Hey Diva. I can tell you right off, in a hurricane, you will eat anything (if you can eat at all). Let's just hope said hurricane keeps going north to New York and missis the Sunshine State. Actually, you can't be too prepared for such weather. Trust Moolie to have some puppy grub and treats in the emergency bag.
Our sympathies to Purdy's family.
Those crazy kitties look as if they have found the perfect spots to sit out any kind of weather.
Hang in there, Diva. Hurricanes don't last very long. Or do they? I have to go check on Mommy. She has a bad throat today (and yesterday). She says she is fine but I am the Bitster and I know when she is ill.
High paws and nubbin' wags to ya.
Bitsy
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