Oh my gosh, this has been the most boring Fourth of July.
Peacock brought Turtle up early; he was going out with friends, and Madame Turtle can't be left alone during fireworks.
We’ll get to that little issue of hers soon enough.
Cowboy worked a full shift.
He went in at 2:30 p.m., grumbling all the way.
Before he left, he and I went out, and he bought a lot of noisy fireworks.
The neighbors will hate us and complain to the town Facebook page.
He’s celebrating tomorrow.
Badger and I sat here from 2:30 p.m. to 5:30 p.m., when the neighbors started their fireworks. We sat through a marathon of documentaries.
We took a brief break to walk down to the RV to put Heron’s cats indoors so they could cool off in the AC and escape from some of the noise. He worked a double shift.
Once the house really started shaking, Badger grabbed her camera, and we headed to the backyard.
The entire neighborhood put on quite a show this year.
We had surround sound and surround vision.
It sounded like the Civil War out there, and the smoke was still thick when we came back inside.
The fireworks were gorgeous, though.
Now, Madame Turtle. Oh my gosh. She barks at every single boom. Every. Single. Boom. She’s a big girl with a big bark. Of course, she barks “danger,” so Lady thinks it's danger, and starts barking, and then Duffy can’t be left out, so he starts barking. I was glad to be outside, although I could still hear all that barking. Badger gave the dogs a calming chew, but it didn’t calm very well. Thanks to Cowboy, we’ll have to go through all of that again tomorrow night.
It’s almost midnight. Fireworks are still exploding right outside, shaking the windows, yet the dogs aren’t barking, not a single bark. Heron gave them a sharp command once, and somehow, they’ve stayed quiet ever since. I wish I knew his secret.
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