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Right now we could be considered semi-retired. At least I am. I only work a couple of days a week at a kennel and groom. The rest of the week I stay home with my 7 dogs... in our RV.

My husband James and I live full-time in our 30' RV. It's a 30', 1963 Dodge Travco. It is the second model the Frank family came out with, and I love it. (However, SOMEday, we'll have a motorhome that is LONGER than it is OLD.)

We live in a 30' x 8' Class "A" motorhome with our 7 dogs, 1 macaw, 1 ferret, and 1 token non-cat...(she's a Cornish Rex, and she's in denial.) Our Catalina macaw is a boy-buzzard, and tries to make me his pirate...(You know, sits on my shoulder and it's "Arrgh, me matey...") He's a real character.

So, in a nutshell, I can honestly admit that life is never boring. We just went thru Hurricane Bonnie, here in New Bern, NC. Let me tell you...

I have gone thru alot of hurricanes in my time. When I was in Ft. McClellan, AL, we went thru one while we were on bivouac....(the Army doesn't believe in getting out of the rain, let alone hurricanes.) I've been thru Gloria, in R.I., thru many others that I can't remember the names of. However...

Going thru a hurricane in an RV puts a whole new twist on The Wizard of Oz...

OK, sure... you have the advantage of being able to drive away from the anticipated storm track, and if you choose to do that, you have an even BETTER bonus as you are driving your entire home with you, not just yourselves. That is a definite plus. However...

No one seems to know where the anticipated storm track really is. Nor do they seem to agree on what it's gonna do when it hits land... So, realizing that storm-tracking is an incredibly inexact science, one place is as good as another.

In other words, people have left the RV park, supposedly to go to a 'safer' place, only to have a tree crash on their RV in the 'safe' place, while their original site had never been touched. It's a 'hit or miss' game, to be honest, so during Hurricane Bonnie we decided to stay put, and make the best of the situation.

We gassed up the Beast, made sure everything was running well, that the generator was tuned and primed just in case it would be needed. We cleaned the inside of the RV, knowing it would be hard enough living with all souls on board without any clutter to trip over. We stocked up on food, ice and drink, just in case we were slammed by this thing.

We stayed in our site, which was pretty low, ground-wise, until about midnight. I had already picked out the highest point of land in the entire park, which was about 11 1/2 feet above sea level, and the Neuse River was expected to rise about 8 to 10 feet. I figured, about 1 and 1/2 feet before it touches the wheels, and another 2 feet before it touches the body of the RV... we'd have plenty of room to spare. Just in case.

We waited. If anyone remembers this daggone hurricane, it was slower than molasses in the middle of January for movement. It sat. And SAT. Just when we thought we'd see the majority of the storm during daylight, it sat thru until Wednesday night... then Thursday. We had to get out of the RV to check the river, Gods forbid we can see it from the windows. The river rose. The rain fell. Branches bounced off my fiberglass roof, and skidded down the sides. They all sounded much bigger than they actually were. Little branches bounced like logs, and all seven dogs... ALL SEVEN dogs, were nervous.

I have claustrophobia. Real bad. We used to sleep in a queen-sized bed, which we gave up when we moved into the RV. We now sleep in a full-sized bed, my husband and I, with our 7 dogs. Five of our dogs are Pomeranians, small and compact. Two of our dogs are not. They are Standard poodles. My male, a black Royal standard poodle, weighing in at 130 pounds, takes up alot of room. The female is only 50 pounds. (Melrose and Lunia). Those two add up to 180 pounds, add in 5 Pomeranians... that's another 45 pounds. (You'll have to trust me on that.) That's a total of 225 extra pounds of hot, panting doggie butts. In a full sized bed with two adults, in the middle of a hurricane, no electricity, in a confined space... I need air. There's no air. There's no fan, no air, hot, panting doggie butts in my full-sized bed in the back of an RV and there's no air....


Thanks to Valadia 

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