A Dog's Life

Hello, Hello!
This week thankfully went by a lot faster than the last one. We had a thunderstorm here and it was awesome. I thought they were crazy in Virginia, but no. everything really is bigger in texas. it flooded a good two inches. we have a little garden outside of our apartment and it knocked our poor little baby plants over. we are trying to revive them. we were all reminded that hurricane season is coming. i wouldn't be surprised if we get a hurricane this year, considering all of the natural disasters that have been happening. but don't worry, they'll evacuate us and we'll be safe. hopefully they'll evacuate us to laredo and i can see some old peeps! :) We have to make an emergency bag this week with extra clothes, non-perishable foods and a first-aid kit and stuff so that if we have to evacuate we'll be ready. and we have to keep our gas tank at half full at all times so we can just get out. kind of exciting.
this week was a week of crazy dogs. i almost got eaten by a horse-dog, and also a dog almost ran right into our car. i had seen the horse-dog before. we were coming to a return appointment at a man's house and it was his neighbors dog. it is HUGE. and the last time i saw it, he was so friendly. he came right up to me with his tail wagging and let me pet him. this time was not that nice. we had this recent convert, jessica, with us, and we were going back to the house. i saw the dog like fifteen feet away from me so i started calling to him and coming close to him. jessica said something like, whoa, he looks mean. then i noticed that his fur was standing straight up on his back. he started growling then i realized this was a bad idea. he ran toward me and i turned my back to him and he head-butted me. the look on jessica's face was pure terror. he went back to wear he was and then we noticed that he had a piece of chicken. hah. he was super protective of it. he head-butted me because he thought i was coming for it. so, lesson learned: never trust giant horse dogs, or look for hidden pieces of chicken before talking to them.
the dogs here are nuts. there's this dog on a street of a family that we visit that we have named "Brutus." he's this wimpy little brown dog and he'll always come out of nowhere and be barking at us and chasing our ankles. we'll think we're safe and we've made it all the way down the street but then he comes up behind us and scares us. but this week we scared him. we some him coming in advance and hid behind the car and i jumped and yelled at him and made my best warrior pose. needless to say, brutus has not been chasing us at all the rest of this week. i kind of miss him.
anyway, besides crazy dog stories, this was a pretty mild week. we're about to go do some double dutch jump roping with the elders. i love p-days. i hope this email finds everybody well. until next week!
xoxo
sister morrill