Well Gang.. Yesterday was the 4th! Oh, I had a great day. First, I helped Dad finish sweeping downstairs. I don't think I have told all of you, but I really don't like when the broom comes out. I guess I don't want it to take my fur. So, I hope you enjoy this little video. It took me about 40 seconds to start really getting upset at the broom. So, stick with it!
So, next my granna, granddadders, and great granna came over. I helped Dad grill hotdogs and hamburgers (and yes, I tasted several). I ran and ran and ran in my backyard until mom caught me in a mid-run with this face...
Yes, I am well aware that it is not in focus. That is due to the fact that I was running so fast that mom could not snap the camera quick enough. Anyroo, I thought it was a funny photo, so I wanted to post it on my blog, ha roo!
So, later on sometime around 8:30 p.m., it happened. The fireworks! They went off until at least 11 p.m. I did what I typically do and ran straight upstairs bypassing the tub to go under the bed. Mom and Dad finished cleaning up the kitchen and soon followed me up. Mom said, "Hey Sitka, do you want to try to put on a t-shirt and see if it makes you calmer? So many of your friends do this and say it helps them feel better." Umm, No, but did the mom listen to me? So, here I am ... completely helpless. I would not even move. I just stood there and looked up at mom with that "Why are you doing this to me" face. So, she gathered the "extra" part of the shirt hanging from my belly and helped me up on the bed. Here I am.
I think the shirt upset me more than the fireworks. But, I managed to forget about the fireworks for the 10 minutes that Mom and Dad took photos of me. I hung my head and mom came over and took it off. FREE and under the bed I went. Whew. I hope she does not do this again. I really did not care for it.
I hope those of you who celebrated Independence Day yesterday had a good one. And those of you who were tormented with fireworks survived it just fine. Until tomorrow, hugs from Sitka :)