It's Coming...

Currently, we are all living in dread of the inevitable Friday events.

That's right. Friday=the 4th of July=Terrorfest 2014

When I say "all" I suppose I should discount the boys, who are seemingly unaware, but certainly Groundy and I are full of dread.

On Monday night I heard a few firecrackers go off pretty far away. It was hard to tell if G even noticed them, but I simply turned up the volume on the TV and she seemed okay. Last night I heard them again and closer. This time, G kind of looked around and when I let her out back before bed she was smelled the humid air, hesitated at the edge of the yard, and came back in rather quickly.

I so wish there was somewhere we could go to avoid all of the firework nonsense, but it seems pretty inescapable. I will try the thunder vest and hold her extra close.

At the very least, I wish that these pyrotechnic loving fools would give it a rest tonight and tomorrow night.

Lulu completely agrees