She was outside, tied up, and she barked.
She hardly ever barks when outside. She just patiently waits for me to come get her, unhook her, and take her inside.
So I went out.
And I heard them.
The annoying, loud, little firecrackers.
We both hate the 4th of July.
She’s right under my desk now.
I’m there with ya, girlfriend! I like the pretty ones…. from a distance… but generally, this holiday…though meaningful and important, is not my favorite. And on top of all the noise….it is tooooooooooooo dang hot!!!! I am constantly dripping…not a good look…. and then you through in an occasional power surge (hot flash)…yikes… I am truly a vision of lovliness.
Oh yikes! 3 days later and I realize I spelled throw wrong. Some teacher!