I was hanging out in the kitchen this morning hoping that a piece of bacon would fall off of someone’s plate and land in my paws when I heard the news. They were talking about a satellite that was going to fall out of the sky. Today. And they didn’t know where it would hit. Uh-oh.
My Corgi survival skills kicked in and I went to work. Martha and I spent a good part of the morning gathering supplies to build a shelter.
Here’s what we came up with….