A tornado ripped through our little town of Windsor, Colorado in May. I was at work when the tornado struck - it passed directly over our office. I knew once the tennis ball sized hail started, that the weather meant business. As I tried to safely shut down our servers, I saw a huge truck outside our window being lifted into the air. Servers be damned, I joined the others in the office bathroom for about 10 minutes. Once I thought it was safe enough to leave, I raced home praying the entire 3 blocks that my dogs were not swept away.
While others were not so lucky (see my pictures here), we only lost two trees and part of our fence. Our roof needed to be replaced as well as other very, very minor casualties. During cleanup, our dogs found the new jungle gym of trees to be a source of constant entertainment as well as a means of escape.
Indy would try to jump over the top....
...and Paulie would try to tunnel underneath.
Can you see his little furry butt in what is left of the tree?
Those two guys make me laugh most of the time. Every morning I spent chasing them down the street freshly out of the shower because they had found a way out of the mangled fence yet again, I can assure you I was NOT laughing.
Panda jerks. CUTE panda jerks.
