Mark got a phone call first. His dad said that there was a reported tornado in Warsaw and advised us to be safe.
It was Warsaw, though. An hour away. No worries, I thought.
Then the Emergency Alert System interrupted "Top Chef" with a tornado warning for a few counties in the region -- but not Allen County.
No worries. We don't live up north.
Then the EAS interrupted "Top Chef" ... again. This time, it was with a tornado warning for northwestern Allen County. I looked at Mark and asked him what we should do. We waffled as to whether we should bunker down in the hall or see whether the EAS would let me see the end to "Top Chef."
A few minutes and one ominous-looking sky later, we decided to be safe. Mark grabbed his wallet and keys, and I put a leash on Denali. If I was going to be safe, he was going to be safe.
One problem: Denali thinks he gets to go somewhere when he's wearing the leash. He began to go bananas, jumping excitedly at the idea of taking a walk at 9:40 p.m. I ushered him to the safe place and tried to get him to sit on my lap. (Yes, he still likes to do that.) Denali had none of it, though. His "bananas act" continued until I decided that I wanted to go to bed, storm or no storm.
Thankfully, the storm passed and we all got a good night's sleep. The whole little episode made me wonder, though: What should I have done?
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