Flashback!
We’re Not In Kansas!
Tornadoes showed up all over Wyoming yesterday. WRONG STATE, tornadoes. We signed up for negative 30 degree winters, 108 degree summers, 50 mph wind, annual wildfires, flash floods, rain so fierce it feels like you’re getting slapped in the face, scorpions and snakes, a dearth of trees, mud that swallows trucks whole, BUT NOT TORNADOES.
The highlight of my day was getting this gorgeous photo of Charlie watching the madness after I’d lured him inside with an artisan venison jerky rib treat and locked him in. He prefers to watch storms outside, out in the open where he can see everything. Sorry, Charlie. Not happening when possible tornadoes are part of the equation. He scratched at the window for about five minutes, then curled up angelically on his mattress for the next several hours.
The wind downshifted around dusk, and I went out with Charlie and Chloe and gathered up all the fallen cottonwood branches and offered them to Daisy. She loves to eat the leaves.
MY NEW BOOK!
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