What's that? You've never heard of Terrorfest 2011? No, it doesn't fall anywhere near Halloween. It's the new name for the Fourth of July...obviously.
We survived last night's "festivities" as you can see by the picture of G this morning, happy as can be!
Last night, shortly after I let P out for the evening to roam the neighborhood like the bravest animal in the universe (okay, maybe just the bravest one in the house) I embarked on the most pitiful evening there ever was.
I have no video to capture this because it was that pathetic. So, use your imaginations.
At around 7:30 I was going to go check out the fireworks, but first I thought I should go upstairs and check on Lu. Sure enough, she was under J's bed growling and crying. I shook the treat jar and got her to the edge of the bed where she cried and growled and ate a few treats.
Then the fireworks started...
G, whom I didn't realize had followed me upstairs, went crazy on J's door. I opened it to go downstairs, and instead, she came right in J's room, planted herself on the blue rug and commenced to shiver and pant.
I couldn't coax her out, and Lu didn't seem to mind at all, so I sat on J's bed and read my kindle. About twenty minutes in, as the fireworks were popping and fizzling quietly down the street, Groundy suddenly leapt onto the bed and pasted herself to my side, where she panted and shivered some more. Never one to be left out, Lulu jumped up and pasted herself to my other side, where she cried and growled some more. I swear that I couldn't make this stuff up.
Flanked by the warmest and most anxious animals in existence, I guess I fell asleep. Your parents called at 10 and left a message and I didn't even hear the phone ring!
I woke up around 3 and went to bed for real and both Lu and G were acting like nothing had happened.
In hindsight, this is very funny and I am glad that Lu and G get along so well, but I sincerely hope that there aren't too many leftover fireworks tonight.
Love,
A
Ps. How did you guys celebrate in the land of the redcoats?
Pps. Groundy got to see both your Grandma and Grandpa this morning and is the happiest dog in the world!
Poor, poor Amanda, Groundy, and Lu! All the weepings and sleepings! All the quakings and wakings!
ReplyDeleteActually, except for the true shame that you missed the fireworks (my parents said the hill was very wet), this story is very sweet, from your patient kindle reading to the pets little commune of terror to all of you sleeping on J's bed to the pets acting nonchalant when you woke. I just love how Lu and G have become friends. I hope you are proud of Lu-- she has adjusted so well to her new space.
We had a little gathering the night of the third with the other American tutors on the patio of our building at the river. It was very nice-- adult-ish in terms of food and conversation, but the kids were all good; Kirby and the 13-year-old Nick chatted to the side and Julia and the 7-year-old Justin made "soup" out of various weeds, seeds, and flowers and generally got filthy. No slip-and-slides, no burgers, no one falling over drunk. Not much like the fourth at all.
BUT what eventually broke the party up, you will be happy to hear, was a large, cheeky rat that kept creeping around the edges of the patio even though it was light and noisy. While you and Lu might have welcomed him as an old friend and made yourselves comfortable, we all felt creepy and went home.
Heard from my mom you were going to dinner with them last night-- anxious for the report on that one-klonopin event.
For the record, Lu and I would NOT welcome in a rat...a squirrel? Maybe. But definitely not a rat.
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