Pictures, courtesy of Dr. Ms. TP, preparing for that dirty little slut, Rita. Wind speed is about 30 MPH right now.
"What's going on, mommy?"
Sky at 5 pm, Houston time.
"Don't care about storm. Busy sleeping. Call back later."
It's coming.
This morning, Houston time. Compare and contrast. This picture faces to the west-NW.
"Who's Rita?"
"Will Miss Rita play with me?"





What are all the trash cans for? (Really...I'm a hurricane rookie and I fled, so I'm not up to date on all the things I was supposed to do.)
You guys stay classy. I mean safe. Yes. Safe.
Posted by: E. McPan | September 23, 2005 at 08:10 PM
To fill with water, Miss Thing. For toilet flushing and doggy drinking, in case of power/water loss.
Posted by: TP | September 23, 2005 at 08:12 PM
Such a good-looking group of dogs. Hope Rita was a big nothing as far as you were concerned.
Posted by: Citations | September 27, 2005 at 05:40 PM
I'm so glad everything turned out ok. Good for you, filling the bathtub and trash cans. I remember having to do that once when I was a kid. It seemed so scary to me for some reason, that the bathtub was filled with water.
Posted by: teahouseblossom | September 29, 2005 at 07:54 AM