Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Monday, December 7th, 2009, 11:00 PM, my lovable old Labrador woke me up, wanting to go outside. Usually, he only does this if he is sick, or I don't get a chance to walk with him before I go to bed, and is in desperate need of a potty break. This time, he just stood there in the back yard and watched and listened to the brisk wind.
We went back to bed, but he stirred again a few minutes later and started panting; a sure sign he is upset about something. Once more we went out into the back yard, once more he did nothing other than stand and listen, and once more I convinced him to go back to bed. The wind seemed much stronger.
Fifteen minutes later, at about 11:20, I awoke to the wind howling around the house. My Lab was in his bed, but his eyes were open and he raised his head and looked at me when I got up and looked out the bedroom window. The trees seemed to be squirming around in the air and there was a good, driving rain.
I got up and had the dog follow me out to the entertainment room. It was so noisy, it sounded like the room was traveling on a freight train. I made a cup of tea and sat with my Lab until things quieted down about an hour later.
The streets have been a mess and I have been unable to commute for the last two days, even though it only rained Monday night. It was the most violent storm I can remember in a long time.
Posted by BluesCat at 6:55 PM