"H" is for Hurricane...

A to Z Challenge..

ABC's of My Life~

....was there any doubt in your mind it would be?


Below is a portion of one of the stories titled, Hurricanes in my book about our loveable, endearing golden retriever: Life through the Eyes of a Hurricane: Doggie Dog!

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Life through the Eyes of a Hurricane: Doggie-Dog!

and Hurricanes... 

I know, I know . . . I haven’t been on the computer for well, in like forever, because it has taken me quite awhile to recover from our vacation to Emerald Isle and I’ll tell you why. The beach was exquisite with all the opportunities to play chase the birds and lope with Little Daddy, search for crabbies in the sand, all my walks, and games of tag with the waves and WOW, what gigantic waves they were!

There was something about this expedition to the big blue bathtub I don’t understand though. When we got to the ocean someone called “Hurricane Danielle” had been there so these scarlet flags hung on poles, blowing in the brisk breeze. Big Daddy said the streamers were there to tell us not to swim in the ocean. Well, what fun is that?

Besides, no one told me I could have met and played with Danielle, someone who shares MY name! If I had been there a couple days early, I could have joined in the fun with her. I bet she was pretty just like her name, but evidently I missed meeting her, DARN!

Anyway, I was amused from sun up ’till sundown. I took daybreak strolls on the beach with Big Daddy because he wakes up really early. I wonder if it has anything with me giving him licky-lickies on the face when just a hint of light peeks in the window? UMMMMM, anyway, he gets out of bed mumbling something about “Devil-Dog” . . . there he goes using that word again when I know my name is Hurricane.. . .

. . .But just when I was having so much fun with the waves and the birds and all the strolls, on Thursday my family started to put all our things in bags and boxes and place them all in our van.

“What was going on? We can’t leave yet because I’m still having fun!”

Little Daddy said, “Hurricane Earl is coming.” Well, I know I didn’t invite Hurricane Earl so why is he coming? I just don’t understand all this use of my name. And if we didn’t invite Earl, why does he have to be so mean and make us leave?

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I won't give the ending away but if you'd like to read another tid-bit about Hurricane, go to my friend's blog who shared her experience with our beloved pup. Who knew he'd be a bra stealer?  Her blog is entitled Quitting my Day Job...

Happy 'H' weekend~

Our New Baby....

Since the incident two years ago this Christmas that stole from us our lovely cat Ginger, we've closed and locked our hearts unwilling to get emotionally involved with another kitty. (Read about it here) This created a dilemma for me since I grew up with cats and can't imagine a life without one, however, the tragedy of Ginger-Roozer kept our desire at a distance.


I was prepared months ago but my husband was still and continues to be heart-broken so I unfaltering added a kitty to my Christmas list; in fact a kitty was the ONLY thing on my list! My husband at last gave his blessing~

Today my son and I traveled to Petsmart where kitties are on display from the Carolina Animal Rescue and Adoption. Nicholas and I instantly set eyes our on ’Angelina Jolie’ and it was love at first sight! We held and cuddled her in our arms and when we posed the question as to why she hadn’t been adopted, the store clerk said she hadn’t cuddled with anyone for the two months of her viewing so few people weren’t attracted to her.

I presume she knew what she was waiting for and things happen for a reason because she nestled right into our laps and purred away as if to say ‘finally!’

We brought our new baby home last night and set in motion the process of acclimating ‘her’ into our lives; mostly Hurricane. She has no name yet other than her given name and that just doesn’t do her justice; perhaps, ‘Angel-Kitty’ or ‘Noel’? What do you think of Torie, short for Tornado so we could have a Hurricane and a Tornado? Sophie, Molly or Gabby? How about Zora or Black Ice?

Whatever her name, she’s found a place in our hearts.

My Life as a Dog....and hurricanes~

I know, I know…. I haven’t been on the computer for well, in like forever, because it has taken me quite awhile to recover from our vacation to Emerald Isle and I’ll tell you why. The beach was exquisite with all the opportunities to play chase the birds and Little Daddy, search for crabbies in the sand, all my walks, and games of tag with the waves and WOW! What gigantic waves they were! There is something I don’t understand though. When we got to the ocean someone called ‘Hurricane Danielle’ had been there so there were these scarlet flags hung and Big Daddy said they were there to tell us not to swim in the ocean. Well, no one told me I could have met and played with Danielle if I had been there a couple days earlier. I bet she was pretty just like her name but evidently I missed meeting her; DARN!

Anyway, I was amused from sun up ‘till sundown. I took daybreak strolls on the beach with Big Daddy because he wakes up really early. I wonder if it has anything with me giving him licky-lickies on the face when just a hint of light peeks in the window? Ummm, anyway, he gets out of bed mumbling something about ‘Devil-Dog’ …there he goes using that word again when I know my name is Hurricane. So since he’s awake, we go frolic on the seashore with the waves. Big D. will locate a shell and fling it in the water and I will sprint after it. Once I ran too far in and this humungous wave appeared and took my feet right out from under me like I was being hog tied, and then one more wave rumbled and landed right over my head. I had to close my mouth so I wouldn’t drink any of that salt water; BLECK! But really I was frightened, I couldn’t find my feet for a split second! Big Daddy said Hurricane Danielle made the waves big; WOW, did she ever! She must have been really strong. I changed my mind; perhaps I didn’t fancy meeting her after all.

But like I was saying, I went for a jaunt every morning, then another in the afternoon. This was typically when Little D and I amused ourselves by him rushing ahead of me into the waves and after that he’d shout to me to come get him. I’d get so excited sometimes I’d knock him down. I’m so sorry Little D.  I didn't mean to, but I just love this!

Our third spree was when that life-size ball in the sky was coming down just about to touch the dazzling sapphire water. My, that was sure a pretty part of the day. Being a dog, I’m not real good with my colors but I think there were yellows, reds and oranges that streaked crossways through the sky making a beautiful backdrop for that golden ball, but then the sphere would vanish and the heavens would get dim. We’d sit on the soft sand to gaze at the birds and the people. Often the people would come to a standstill, pat my head and utter to my family, ‘He is such a beautiful dog!’ Thank you very much I’d say in my head because that’s what my family always says to them. But then, it would get too shadowy, and I would want to go in the house because well, I’m afraid of the dark and the shapes it makes, but don’t tell everyone because it’s kind of a secret.


At any rate, there were plenty of walks and times that long strap that goes around my neck which I do not like, was taken off and I could just dart, dash and scurry about…AHHHHH, I love the blast of air in my face and when it tickles my nose, it makes me sneeze! ‘Bless you!’ they’d shout in my direction! But just when I was having so much fun with the waves, and the birds and all the strolls, on Thursday my family started to put all our things in bags and boxes and place them all in our van. What was going on? We can’t leave yet. I’m still having fun! Little Daddy mentioned Hurricane Earl was coming. Well, I know I didn’t invite Hurricane Earl so why is he coming? I just don’t understand all this use of my name. And if we didn’t invite Earl, why do WE have to leave? But Little D said something about a mandatory evacuation and so the flurry of activity continued. I was anxious they were going to depart, leaving me behind so after awhile, all I really cared about was that they put ME in the van with all my treasures. Hey, Little D, don’t forget my sock under that table! UMMMM, now where did I see my ball?

PHEW, they DID situate me in the vehicle on top of my soft lamb’s wool bed…but I was so despondent and so miserable. I love my time at the beach, and I love my time with my family and I’m still wondering; why did I never get to play with any of those other hurricanes?