My dachshund, Rusty, will be nine this Thursday. I’ve had him since he was a puppy. He’s been my buddy through a lot of smiles, tears, tornados, men, friends, etc. He was  docile in nature even as a puppy but has grown into an even softer, more laid back dog. He doesn’t really want to sit in my lap, he doesn’t bark much, he doesn’t pester my guests, and I can’t imagine not having him.

Sunday evening, I went to dinner with my friends Chris and Katherine. Generally, our friend Cathy joins us as well, but she was out of town this weekend. I’m glad Cathy missed the following exchange. While eating, we watched reports of hurricane Gustav. Our bartender said “The people just need to get out. They need to leave their things, leave their pets, and head out of town.”

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