Long weekend = one scared dog
So its the first of many long weekends, parties, bbq, fun, drinks, being outdoors and FIREWORKS. Why did I put the word "fireworks" in CAPS you ask? Because this is my favorite and least favorite part of a long weekend. It is my fav part because I am a kid at heart and honestly just love fireworks, especially when they are themed to music, Disney songs are the best. My fam and friends bring a blanket and hang out and watch the fun unfold up in the sky. But for the last 8 years, fireworks have also meant terror and crying for my poor beagle Gracie. For some reason fireworks and thunderstorms get her going to the point where hiding under my bed is the only answer for her. She pants, cries, shakes and my word sometimes I see tears in her cute little eyes! When she lets me, I cradle her like a baby and explain to her that I love her and its been 8 years and nothing bad has happened to her yet. It makes me feel better, lol, but not her. So like I said, the long weekend is here, and fireworks are both my favorite and least favorite part. Bring it on!