It stormed last night. The Wicket was hiding under the stove when I got up. She wouldn't even come out for a meat stick. She snarled when one of the other dogs made off with it. Wicket is such a meatloaf that I was concerned about her being stuck. Fear can get you into places not easily escaped. There may have been tornado sirens. Dave and I sometimes hear them, but go back to sleep because we can't care.
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