Confessions of a Hurricane Florence refugee

“You don’t have to smell like a refugee…” – Tom Petty
(I think)

Day 5 since we left Wilmington, now better known as the island of Wilmington.

As much as I wanted to stay and gut it out, my wife and daughter were the voices of reason. So after loading two cars with the things we consider irreplaceable, it’s off to Charlotte we trudged.

Luckily, my daughter was able to lock-on a couple of motel rooms that take pets. That’s the good part. The bad part is that neither of her to pups are quite housebroken yet.

Thank you, Lord, for bestowing upon us, Your unworthy subjects, the blessings that are puppy pads.

It sucks to be me.
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