Petey, The Protector

John and I have laughed at Petey on many occasions when Petey has tried to protect us, by saying that we had no idea just how much danger we were in. This time Petey was right. There has been major flooding right in our neighborhood. There has been lots and lots of rain accompanied by lots and lots of thunder. Everyone knows that loud noises signal danger.

Poor Petey has had a hard time for about the last 48 hours trying to make sure that we are all safe. Between the thunder and the tornado alarms, there has been a lot of noise. At first John & I thought that Petey was afraid and trying to save himself, but at some point we realized that Petey was leading the way, much like the dog in Alaska. Unfortunately, John & I were not as cooperative as the police in Alaska.

Petey deemed the safest place in the house to be under the bed in the middle bedroom. John & I would not (read could not) get under the bed with him. Finally, he decided that being on the bed would be almost as safe after I got on the bed in an effort to appease him. Unfortunately, for John, it is a twin bed. Although the three of us could have all gotten on the bed, no one would have been comfortable for long - well, maybe Petey. He likes to snuggle.

Anyway, after much wrangling & pleading on Petey's part it seemed to satisfy Petey for the two of us to be on the bed and John to be in the chair. At least then, he could keep an eye on all of us.

So far, we've been safe. I hope everyone else is too.