Tonight will be for Roo like today (and every day) is for the rat of her dreams

A preferred hiding place.

A preferred hiding place.

We've been staying put in southeastern Oklahoma. The reasons are because we've been going too much; I need to get some stuff done; and the place is perfect for Roo. Except in one area that is too close to a road, she never needs to be on a leash on this ranch. There is infrequent and only distant gunfire. There is only one other person here, and I never see him. And the weather has been t-shirt warm and sunny (with the exception of the storm and flooding that landed us here in the first place). Plus, it's cheap. It's one of the best places imaginable to take a dog like Roo. The only bummer for her is that there is no one to chase but one poor rat, and he knows how to hide in a pipe and foil her.

Tonight, however, is shaping up to be a rough one for the Kahoo. There is a fat line of thunderstorms that will spend the overnight hours slicing up from Texas and through here lengthwise. We'll be in the radar yellows and reds for hours. The weather service includes words like "damaging" and "tornado" and "flooding" in their discussion of this system. A couple of twisters have already touched down a couple of hundred miles south of here, but it's only raining here now. The real storm doesn't get here for a few hours.

The real problem is how frightened Roo is going to be. I'll probably dose her with a couple of Benadryl. I've already gotten her to go outside for one last pee, because there is no chance of going out later—or until sometime tomorrow mid-morning, from what the forecasters say.

This hideout is perfect for a Pomeranian. I'm not even sure what she was hiding from, and she seemed to have forgotten pretty soon, too.

This hideout is perfect for a Pomeranian. I'm not even sure what she was hiding from, and she seemed to have forgotten pretty soon, too.

That poor little rat. Every day he has to put up with a terrifying monster trying to kill him. He certainly doesn't enjoy it, but he also seems confident in the knowledge that as long as he stays in the pipe he's all set. Every day Roo tries. After about 20 minutes she gives up. 

I wonder what would happen if there was some way to let her know that all she's accomplishing is making the rat feel like she does when there's a thunderstorm.