Murray doesn't get to come inside the main part of the house very often. His lack of bladder and bowel control make it a problematic venture on most days. So we made sure his garage bedroom is thoroughly insulated, secure, and appropriate for a messy dog. Days like this one are good reasons for bringing him in. Our neighborhood is lit up in every direction, pops, booms, and crackles a constant soundtrack. Murray is in the dining room (not allowed on the heirloom carpet I shampooed this morning), quivering in fear. Saoirse has kept her chin on the arm of my recliner for most of the evening, and if she wasn't so ridiculously warm, I'd bring her up in my lap. Murray has already pooped twice, although I can't say with certainty whether it was in fear or just the regular part of his disability. Yay, fireworks!
Because of fireworks and dogs, we came home early from the annual gathering of our old friends, at the Aurora home of one of the more charming and interesting members of our pre-military life comrades. We haven't been able to attend this party in a while, between cancer and covid. It was very important to us to make it this year, even if it was a smaller turnout than in years past. Enough of our closest companions from the old days were there, making the long drive worth it. We took Valerie with us, as her mommy worked today and her daddy had to go to the airport to retrieve one of their friends. We wanted to show her off. She behaved like any well-adjusted two year old, running around, playing her own little games, eating cookies, and convincing our friend to play Moana on his living room TV.
We watched storms build in the distance on our drive home, and marveled at a clear double rainbow that had serious hang time. It was visible for easily 30 minutes. I took pictures of it before and after we dropped off the baby. Once we got home, and replaced the furniture on the now-dry, clean rug, we got a video of Val walking nervously around her living room, talking about "scary fireworks." She needed lots of extra cuddles at bedtime, and a bit of babying. Just like how all the furry kids here will need. It's a tough time of year for small creatures.
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