By 2005, we had three years of steady hurricane preparation training and could prepare our home in a couple of hours. The good thing from the prior years of hurricane prep was we had gotten rid of a lot the junk we no longer or ever needed. For those of you who don't live in a hurricane zone, everything that can't be tied down must be brought inside. For us that means the canoe, bikes, grill, plants, driveway tarps, etc., has to be brought in. Now some say our house is small somewhere around 725 sq. ft., but it fits two adults and a large dog nicely. Everything has a place and everything is in its place; except during a hurricane.
Drake was starting to settle in but he still spent most of his time hanging near the front door. He rarely wagged his tail and did much care to be hugged or petted either. It almost seemed as though he was afraid to make friends with us. Can't say I blamed him after all he had been through in the last seven weeks. With all the other crazy things that had happened to him, suddenly we are rearranging the furniture and bringing the outside world in; which to him it probably seemed like he was now living in a box that was getting smaller and smaller. You have to wonder if he was questioning to himself whether we were nuts or not.
Once we have everything brought inside and the shutters up on the widows, I like to refer to our house as the bunker. It is dark, you can't see outside and you try not to trip over everything. For Drake his safety spot remained by the door. Finally we gave in and moved his bed by the door.
Max had been terrified of thunder or any loud noise. On the 4th of July and New Year's Eve we always had to drug him. During bad thunder storms he made his best effort to become a lap dog. Not an easy feat for a 110 pound dog. Having no idea what Drake's reaction was going to be to the storm that was approaching fast, we hoped for the best. For the next several hours as we listened to the banging, clanking and wind, Drake slept through it. What a relief he did have the fear that Max did.
Once the storm was over we discovered we no longer had a fence. I mean every inch of the fence was gone. The biggest problem with adopting a pet is you don't know what kind place and/or training they previously had. When Drake first arrived, he acted as though he never had the freedom of a yard and was just starting to enjoy ours. He never used the our yard to relieve himself, only on walks. Suddenly, now when he's outside he's on the leash always until we create some kind of fence for him. Another change in his short life; life on the chain gang. I think it was more like back to life on the chain gang.
We were lucky in that we were able to find large portions of our fence and quickly pieced something back together. Drake had his yard and freedom back. Within the few weeks the outside stuff had been moved out and life was returning to normal.
Better yet, Drake was starting to spend less time at the front door and we moved his bed away from the door.
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