Swinn said:
Hi Nathan,
Thanks for the welcome so quick
We did actually look at a job position in FL a few months back, for me the thought of alligators wandering into the yard and eating my little pug scared me to death. The chance of a hurricane also scared the both of us and we decided not to apply for the position. Were our fears unfounded? Maybe but most of our family is west coast and that also played a role in where we have considered moving.
Depends on what your meaning of "unfounded" is (he says in his best 'Clinton'): Do I worry about our family Australian Shepard getting eaten, when he goes for a swim by himself in the lake in the backyard after a run? - I do. Mating season is just around the corner, and he's got to stop swimming at dusk, or there's a fair chance he won't make it to 2 (he's 18 months old). I worry less when the kids swim in the lake (don't ask). OK, I better address that, or somebody's going to think I'm a terrible parent - see, I have 4 kids, but one dog... WAIT, that's NOT the right answer either: We make a lot of noise when we swim in the lake, gators hate that, and we don't (OK, rarely) swim at dusk. Gators normally don't like people, but they LOVE dogs. My solution is to be a serial mono-caninist, rather than a poly-caninist like you. If Jet 'gets it', we'll cry and mourn and celebrate him, and then quickly replace him - trust me, I've already prepared the kids for this possiblity. But you do have a solution: do what 95% of Florida dog-owners do: don't live near a lake, and don't take your dog walking near lakes without a leash (no way a gator takes a dog more then 3 feet from the water). Oh, and probably, don't take your swim-lovin' dog kayaking in gator-infested rivers. I took this
picture from my kayak, with the dog in my lap. Really. This guy, by the way, is a confirmed dog eater - he's way too big for the little river he lives in, and therefore has gained a little infamy. When I pass paddler's with little dogs in their boats, I like to say 'Oh, that's so nice of you to bring snacks for the gators'.
But hurricanes? That's unfounded. Just live 15 miles away from the ocean (insurance drops too), and be prepared to leave in the unlikely event of a Cat-5 coming your way. No biggie.
I gotta go to bed, I think the dog needs to go out first...