Turns out it storms in Louisiana. Like, a lot. Everyone I talk to swears that this is the worst winter and spring for rain that they’re ever seen. In the meantime, my phone has been blowing up with emergency alerts regarding flooding, the river is causing concern and schools have been closed — and this northerner has no idea what that means or how to prepare. Great.
Don’t worry, mom. I know I’m overreacting, I actually think this is a case of culture shock hitting me six months late. Now that “summer” hath arrived the weather isn’t the only thing throwing me for a loop – there are large bugs everywhere, the potential for snakes in the grass and gators in the water. UM, WHAT?
Luckily, I’m dating a Florida-native who checks the grass for snakes and has nifty weather apps (yes, plural) on his phone that track storm radars or something. We didn’t need that in Alaska. Or at least, I didn’t. So, this weekend we tested our luck and tried to find a park for Tex to take some laps, sans leash. We got caught in a storm (shocker) so we took cover in a dugout while Tex explored the sandlot and tried to catch the splash from puddle jumping in his mouth.
Teaching Tex to play fetch has been a bit of a challenge as he hasn’t picked up on the “bring it back” concept yet. He’s happy to run to where the toy is thrown, but then Clayton is all, “Good boy, come here!” and Tex is like, “FREEEEDOM!” Regardless, I’m happy because lots of running makes for a tired pup and easy bath. The aftermath…