Mom's dog, Tipper, hates thunderstorms. Fortunately, there wasn't much thunder associated with Ike. However, the winds howled loudly, and the rain poured. I thought the dog might have a nervous breakdown or a heart attack. She kept scraping the door to her pen and breathing heavily. But she made it.
We're all fine. We talked to a friend of ours who stayed in Angleton, and she said our house looked all right. Just some limbs down and no power.
We're hoping to go home tomorrow.
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Glad you made it through in one piece. Hope everything is okay at home.
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