Dog's are supposed to have a good sense for these kind of things. I really hope that isn't true. By the look of our little dog you would've thought we had Katrina, Ike, and Rita combined coming at us. Our bigger dog Buddy on the other hand, was just a tad calmer, and that put us more at ease.
During one of these closet party's, my Mom commented that there wasn't a lot in this house that she was attached to. That got me thinking. She's right! If something like Katrina or Ike were to happen, how many of the things that I hold dear now would hold the same value then? Again, I get a chance to put things in perspective.
I feel so blessed!
My dog just barfed. Good feelings gone.