Phoenix Maplewood storm surge

No sooner had Whittier gotten comfortable and begun to doze that he was suddenly being pushed back onto his paws again. He grumbled noisily at his Aunt - his evil, mutinous, wicked aunt who would only be considered those things for the next few seconds - but in the end, he was moving steadily alongside of his siblings. As tired and lazy as the chubby pup was, he did deeply love his family, and so he followed them even when he was beside himself with exhaustion for the only thing worse than being so weary would be to be without them.