My mom and I don’t fight very often, but when we do, it gets pretty rough pretty fast. Last time we got into a fight because she didn’t want to evacuate for a hurricane. Normally, I would agree with her–evacuating can be really dangerous and you can get stuck on a road and die often more easily than you would at home. However, she had a category four storm barreling down at her little house, and they had issued a mandatory evacuation for her area. Still, she didn’t want to go, because she didn’t want to go to a shelter. She said the shelters would make her kennel the dogs in a room away from her, and she didn’t want to leave them alone. Fortunately, our fight was finally ended over the phone as I heard a knock on her door in the background. A police officer was there to help her evacuate, and insure that she got out safely. He said he would be back in an hour and if she wasn’t gone, he could escort her there. Finally, my mom crated the dogs and took them to the shelter. She got very lucky–the shelter maintained power throughout with a really nice HVAC. So even though the shelter was at capacity not long after she arrived, the air conditioning kept her comfortable. They even let her visit the dogs a few times throughout the night, mostly for her own peace of mind. When she got home, her house was intact, though she had to clean off her condenser. The neighbors trampoline was on top of it.