No, not for you….for your pet!
Yes, I’m serious.
It was all over the news yesterday morning and my kids heard the newscaster, (in all his sensationalized glory), informing the masses that if a levee broke, an earthquake hit or a tornado decided to blow through our town we would never see our family pet again, that is if we had not taken proper precautions to ensure their safety.
That’s a fair statement. But did he have to deliver the message so desperately? And did my kids need to hear it?
The tone in his voice was all my hooligans needed to hear to send them into berserk-freak out-frenzy mode.
They were horrified, curious, outraged and somewhat angry as to why the Wild Boar and I were such irresponsible adults that we had not provided an escape plan and emergency provisions for our PET!
And in typical child-like fashion, they started buggin’ and buggin’ me until I was willing to commit to some type of action plan to save our pet from the perils of a disaster.
Yes, this is a good idea. So many beloved family pets have been lost recently in natural disasters and I can’t imagine how devastating this has been to families. Especially children.
So the hooligans insisted we draw a map of the house (even though we’ve done this a billion times), talk about it, execute it, practice it…you know make me FLIPPIN’ crazy until I talked about and discussed different scenarios for our big pet rescue.
I just wanted my coffee and oatmeal. I know, how selfish of me but come on, it wasn’t even seven yet. I was a little sleepy.
Anyway, what seemed like the next eighteen hours were spent gathering supplies in case the earth opened, swallowed up our house…leaving us unable to properly care for our pet or get to him safely in an emergency situation.
We needed something to put him in, some food and some water. And toys, the pet needed toys.
I had to assure the hooligans that our pet did not take any medications (the newscaster made a really big deal about having enough available meds your pet was taking).
I explained to them that in case of a fire, flood or earthquake we would try to get to him, but I could not guarantee it. Our lives would come first.
This annoyed them. I think they feel I wouldn’t try since I didn’t have a plan anyway.
We did our regular fire-type drill as we’ve done before but this time we loaded up the pet and got out the door.
Nothing too traumatic.
Bless their hearts for thinking of the little guy…
But folks it’s a hermit crab.
And not that he doesn’t count, but I can guarantee if my whole family were lost in some type of disaster that little hermit crab would somehow survive it and go on, without any of our help.
Hermit crabs usually only live 6-9 months as a pet. Our crab is now three years old.
And now he too has an iron-clad emergency plan.
This is where my days disappear to.
Do you have an emergency plan for your pet? Would you like to borrow mine? It includes getting your pet out quickly with their plastic climbing trees and hermit crab hammock.