Since Covid messed things up for just about everyone last year, and the weather cleared up in time for the country to actually celebrate our nation’s independence July 4, 2021 was destined to be a good one.
I know a few people who were excited about getting together in a large crowd, cooking up some burgers and dogs and sitting back with a drink or two.
Since I only have one brother left in my original family unit and he was working all day, I spent my Fourth of July catching up on sleep and keeping my “girls” – my two dogs – from panicking every time someone shot off a firecracker, firework or other kind of loud noise.
It seems like people around here began celebrating around noon and continued on until 11:30 p.m. and beyond.
The younger (3 year old) dog doesn’t seem bothered at all, but the 9-year-old that I raised from the time she was 2 months old gets really scared. I gathered them up into the back bedroom, (the quietest room) turned on the tv to drown out the outside sounds and gave them reassuring hugs whenever needed.
We all survived the day. I hope that everyone else and their pets had a wonderful day.
(NO, the dogs in the photo are not mine. I haven’t had a golden in 9 years.)
