Hi. I'm Oliver. And that storm we had two Fridays ago was a doozy. I would've written about it sooner, but the last time I blogged, my mom made me write sentences as a punishment for eating her shoes. I didn't ruin her shoes, just chewed some of the bamboo stuff off. But she still made me write the sentences. But now I'm done with the sentences so I can finally write about that big storm.
It was a scary storm. My mom came home from work and right away it started to rain and rain and rain. At first I didn't think too much about it, but then it started raining even harder and thundering really loud. And just as I finished about half my kibble... KABLAMO!
I immediately ran over to my mom to make sure she wasn't scared. I nuzzled my way under her arm to protect her and curled up there until she felt safe. Then there was another big thunder bang and she got up and looked out the window.
I was like, "What are you doing, woman? Do you listen to the news? You're not supposed to go near a window during a storm!" But she did anyway. I was a good boy. I stayed on the couch and away from the windows like Sven Sundgaard told us to. He's on KARE 11 and he knows what's up when it comes to storms. But my mom kept looking out the window. Then, out of know where, she yelled a swear word. She said the swear word at the same time I heard another big KABLAMO!
This time, though, it was more of crack, crunch and then the KABLAMO! I couldn't see what was happening, but I could tell by look on my mom's face that something was wrong. Right away she got on the phone and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I don't pay attention when my mom's on the phone. I'm a dog and phones are boring. Except once I chewed on our phone and that was kind of fun, but other than chewing on phones, phones are boring.
Anyway, as you can see from the picture, a big tree limb fell down, crashed through our fence and into the neighbor lady's house (I know, it's a really, really blue house). And that's why my mom was on the phone. She was on the phone with the insurance people and her mom and the neighbor lady's son since the neighbor lady wasn't home.
My mom was pretty freaked out so she went and got some hot wings from the pizza place next door and opened a bottle of wine. I don't know what was in that bottle of wine, but it definitely calmed her down and made her feel better. (Maybe I should suggest a bottle of wine next time I chew on her shoes.)
The next day the neighbor lady came home and my mom took a bunch of pictures of the damage for her and got the tree removed right away. The neighbor lady was so appreciative of my mom's help that she brought my mom some food. There weren't any dog treats so I didn't care, but my mom was all touched because the neighbor lady gets her food at the food shelf. I suppose that was really sweet, and my mom didn't want to take her food shelf food, but she accepted to be nice.
Then, of course, my mom had to call a bunch of people and tell them about the nice thing the neighbor lady did. Why do moms have to do that? Call and tell everyone about the latest "big thing" that happened. "Oh my god! The neighbor lady shared her food with me!" "Oh my god! There was the cutest little bird in the back yard!" "Oh my god! My raspberry bushes are growing raspberries!" Pretty soon she'll alert the media when I find one of my treats that I hid in the couch. I don't get it, but moms have to go on and on about everything.
Still, my mom's one of the best moms ever. The enthusiasm she has for going on and on about dumb stuff on the phone, well, she has the same enthusiasm for me when I do stuff too. Like when I chase after squirrels, when I jump on and off her bed to get her up in the morning, when she asks me if I want a treat, when we run through the park together and so many other times. She always expresses such happiness and excitement about everything that moves her. Some of those things are dumb. But some are pretty cool. Like the ones that have to do with me.
The end.
Ollie
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