Michael Cohen

You don't understand.

This is a lot of hoopla.

It's just a lot of wind.

We went to bed in Mexico, surrendering to the fact that we would find out whether our house was still there and that we couldn't get our dog sitter to leave.

We got woken up in the middle of the night by our neighbor who was across the street waiting in her car for her evacuation orders that never came.

And she was the one who called and said, are you in the house?

The lights are on.

She's like, you got to get out.

Your yard is on fire.

Your house is on fire.

Mike's neighborhood no longer had power.

His lights were on thanks to solar panels he had on his roof, but he couldn't call his dog sitter.

He did have a doorbell camera and a doggy cam, and he immediately tried to log on to reach his dog sitter that way.

When we tune into the doggy cam, the fire alarms are already going off.

They're blaring in the house.

The house is filled with smoke.

And I'm shouting into my phone,

Wake up, the house is on fire.

Jamie, I'm whistling for my dog.

She actually comes into view first and she's barking at the fact that the house is filled with smoke and she can hear my voice coming from somewhere.