I know I sound like an old fogy and sure I’ve been know to yell, “Get off my lawn you kids!” (of course I was a kid at the time and they were messing up our nicely manicured garden) but really, it is a bit late. Before anyone thinks I’m being Captain Bringdown, the specific neighbors who are still doing this are always playing with fireworks, firecrackers, firewhatever. There are times when my family is pretty sure they’re setting stuff off because it’s a day that ends in “y”. If it was midnight on December 31, I could understand midnight and a while after, but it’s freaking Fourth of July. Technically, it’s now the fifth of July. Moreover, I know that I have tomorrow’s sound effects too look forward also.
There is some good news is all of this. My four-month-old puppy (Bogie named after the movie star) could care less about the noise. When he was taken outside earlier, the “pops” would kind of startle him, but really no barking or anything. He only woke up a minute ago because I left the room after an extra large bang that even penetrated my blackout curtains. I thought my beloved sainted Misha was easy going with fireworks, he even liked them; the Bogster could just care less. He is one laid back pup, so that at least is good to know. ::Hums always look on the bright side of life from The Life of Brian::
Hope everyone had a nice fourth and yes, I would like some cheese with my whine. Mmm cheese.
N.B. Please excuse any errors, I’m super tired but for some reason, sleep is elusive. 