Surviving Sandy

A very large tree snapped in half

So Hurricane Sandy has come and gone. She has left in her wake an enormous amount of destruction not unlike our little Luna Lu. In fact, I now realize that her ill behavior over last several months has been nothing short of character building and training for dealing with this storm. Our neighborhood took an absolute ass kicking and their have been rumors that it may be 2 or 3 weeks till we have electricity again. Without power we are left with no running water, flush able toilets, means to shower or heat the house. It's starting to look like I should have bought more wine. With all that said it could have been much worse for us. Aside from a loss of much missed amenities we got through with practically zero damage to our home and property.

Look in the back and you see some of the wires down in our neighborhood...which the electric company has yet to even come look at

The hurricane had little effect on the dogs. It sure as hell didn't stop Hurricane Luna(cifer) from eating another one of my hats. I only had this one for approximately 30 hours. It was in fact a replacement hat to one she ate a couple of months back. That's 3 hats destroyed in 2 weeks. She is for all intensive purposes excelling at being a jerk. Her and Cleo also managed to knock over my end table during a wrestling match decimating my $400 Tiffany lamp. Pretty sure the dogs caused more damage in the house than Sandy did outside.

Thunderdome Sandy....two dogs enter...one dog leaves.

So for the most part the dogs slept through the hurricane. They had no issues going to the bathroom in all the craziness and in fact I'm pretty sure Luna appreciated the never ending rain as is gave her lots of mud to dig in. I however, learned a few really important life lessons from this storm. For your benefit I have listed them below.



#1. It's perfectly acceptable to start drinking bourbon rather early in the day even if its in the middle of week as hurricanes and nor'easters mess up the space time continuum.

#2. Taking pictures of your hunting dogs in snorkel gear and then facilitating their virality on the web results in threats from your boyfriend to turn you into PETA.

#3. I am so much better at gin rummy than Jim.

#4. My dogs are ridiculously brave as they fearlessly crapped in the middle of the storm in 80 mph winds. Pretty sure as soon as the doo left their butts it was sent spiraling to the next county or at least my immediate neighbors property. Were not in Pennsyltuckey anymore folks.

#5. After a bottle of wine, Jim in his rain gear looks eerily like a cross between hook man and Captain Stubing.

#6. Marathons of the Walking Dead and Revolution shouldn't be played on a continuous loop before impending natural disasters as it only fuels my already overactive imagination and forces me to constantly remind Jim that if the power is not back on within five days we can legally steal the neighbors sheep and cows as it will be every man for himself. He adamantly disagrees with my cow stealing sentiment but he still has no problem using the "end of days" defense as his reasoning for buying 2 shotguns and not a generator the day before the storm. And for that I remind you Jimbo, you CANNOT play both sides of the fence!

Tree down at Casa Momma's

So here we are going on five days without power. It gets cold at night with no heat but lucky for us Cleo and Luna are the worlds best snugglers. They seem to know things are a little wacky but have somehow made it their prerogative to keep destroying my stuff and such keeping us sane. I'll leave you with a couple of pics from Halloween. Cleo was a Queen Bee and Luna was a Frog. I didn't get any good pics of Luna in her frog getup as she hated it and just kept running to the camera. I thought if I let Cleo out with her she would encourage her to range out. Instead, she shot out the door like she was fired from a cannon and began depantsing her. Flippin hilarious. Anyway...check us out and show us some love on facebook at: Adventures of a German Shorthaired Pointer.

Queen Sassafras Face

Ohhh....I smell an ass kicking

I'll be taking those Frog Face

Success!!!

Batten down the hatches...GSP Style.

Cleo at Mill Pond Daycare last year during a rain storm

So here we are in Bucks County, Pennsylvania patiently waiting for "The Almighty Frankenstorm" to bare down upon us in the next 24 hours. The national news has done a great job of hyping this thing up beyond belief. But who knows....hell may actually be coming for us or it could end up being absolutely nothing. This time last year we got hit by a pretty intense storm leaving us with no electric for five long days. We have well water which means when theres no electric theres no water, no showers and no working toilets. You get creative real quick. Just incase, I stocked up on some items while Jim was at work yesterday. He called me on his way home and this was our phone conversation:

Me: Hey Baby, I just bought some extra cases of water and batteries at B.J.'s incase this storm is as bad as they say.
Jim: I just bought two shotguns.
Me: Uh huh.....Ok. Well you do realize its not the Zombie Apocalyse right?? It's just gonna be some rain.

I think it's high time to cut back on how much Jim gets to watch the Walking Dead. We did make sure to get the essentials tho: Bourbon, a case of wine, copious amounts of Bailey's Irish Cream, Crown Royal, marrow bones, plush dog toys, pig ears and I made homemade jerky and pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. Were all set!!

Getting all National Geographic....

I'm pretty sure most people in this area are super concerned about flooding and downed wires. I'm seriously most worried about how am I going to get Cleo and Luna to $hit outside during a hurricane.  Regardless, I'm sure this will be a learning experience. The whole scenario makes me think of the story called The Man on the Roof. It's rewritten below for those who are unfamiliar with it:

"A fellow was stuck on his rooftop in a flood. He was praying to God for help.

Soon a man in a rowboat came by and the fellow shouted to the man on the roof, "Jump in, I can save you."

The stranded fellow shouted back, "No, it's OK, I'm praying to God and he is going to save me."

So the rowboat went on.

Then a motorboat came by. "The fellow in the motorboat shouted, "Jump in, I can save you."

To this the stranded man said, "No thanks, I'm praying to God and he is going to save me. I have faith."

So the motorboat went on.

Then a helicopter came by and the pilot shouted down, "Grab this rope and I will lift you to safety."

To this the stranded man again replied, "No thanks, I'm praying to God and he is going to save me. I have faith."

So the helicopter reluctantly flew away.

Soon the water rose above the rooftop and the man drowned. He went to Heaven. He finally got his chance to discuss this whole situation with God, at which point he exclaimed, "I had faith in you but you didn't save me, you let me drown. I don't understand why!"

To this God replied, "I sent you a rowboat and a motorboat and a helicopter, what more did you expect?"

Hmmmmmm......I Smell birdies!

Any hoo....my whole point is maybe what god has done for us is send two insane GSP's. It wouldn't be the first time this week they saved us. Seriously. Get a load of this. Thursday night Jim and I head to bed late...around midnight. At 2:30am Cleo gets up, which is not the norm, and she begins to pace  around the bed, scratch at the bedroom door and whine. Jim and I each do a fantastic job of pretending we are both asleep in hopes that other has to deal with the situation. I totally win by the way because he caves first and commands Cleo to get back in bed. She listens....sort of. She climbs into bed but just sits and incessantly paws at him. He finally, in fit of pure pissedoffness (I totally just created a new word there) gets up, gets dressed and opens the bedroom door to take them outside. But guess what!?! The wood insert had backed up and filled the house with smoke so thick you couldn't even breath.  I have no idea why the smoke alarms didn't go off but hell have no fury Cleo wasn't going to let us sleep through it. We did however let the dogs go outside while we tried to air the house out and sticking with typical form they trotted off to the dark edges of the yard to hunt rabbits knowing their work had been done. So my point is if this storm is as bad as they say....we might just be canoeing to higher ground (drunk) following the dogs lead. When in doubt...god has sent spotted messengers. These GSP's are so damn smart. Check back to see how we fair. :)

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