From left to right are Poe, Talullah and Clyde (DRC foster)
We had a wild rest of the day with more trees down in our yard, across our driveway and in our neighbors' living room. We drove across town to get pizza and the ride home was downright terrifying. Our city is like a war zone! We worked all day yesterday to cut up the tree pictured here and barely made a dent in it. Most importantly, Paul fixed the fence (busted in three different places) so the dogs could go out off-lead.
After being without power since 4 pm Saturday, it finally came back on late last night. How did I know? Lassie Poe started barking to alert me!
As Liz told me, "Every pack needs a squealer." So far, Poe has alerted us to everything from people at the door, to Clyde and Talullah escaping through the broken fence, to an infected wound on one of the cats, to the ups and downs of this weekend's storm.
It's been a quick few weeks, but I think he realizes he's got a good gig that's worth protecting!