Woah. Yesterday, there was a tornado warning on base. 4 funnels had formed over the base. None touched down thankfully. And when my dad was coming home yesterday, he picked up an abanded chaihuahua [however you spell that.] which we dubbed Spike. Now we are waiting for P.A.W.S. to pick him up. I don't want him to gooooo. T.T Shep's jealous. He's our original [Well, sort of, anyway.] dog. A veeery jealous one. Even with Midnight, our cat. If someone is petting Midnight or Spike, Shep has to be petted as well. Even though Midnight was here first. With us, I mean. Actually, if his nose can reach your hand, he will nudge it and bug you to no end, no matter what you're doing to pet him.
 Faith-Hoping-Love · Thu Dec 29, 2005 @ 07:52pm · 4 Comments |
