Hello again everyone. Jewel, Steve’s dog, back by popular demand.
Steve told me that he got an email from a reader Friday asking me to remind people that certain dogs — for example, me — really hate fireworks and would prefer people exercise a bit of reasonable restraint regarding the Fourth of July.
Of course, at the mere mention of Independence Day, I bolted for the crawlspace via the doggy door Steve finally just installed for me at one of the screened vents I kept breaking through; I really, really like being under the house, and not just when gunfire, thunder and/or fireworks break the peace out here at our rural home. I think I was a bat or a mole in an earlier life, but that’s a story for another time.
Anyway, I thought about writing a whole new post this year, but then I thought, why bother when I can just link to what I wrote last summer at this time. So, here it is.
By the way, don’t tell Steve’s wife, but while she was away from home on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights, Ruby, the other dog, and I slept in the bedroom even though Steve had been told a few days earlier that we sort of smelled like skunk (that happens sometimes, and this seems to be a heavy skunk year).
I guess Steve figured that, since he has no sense of smell, it wouldn’t bother him, and I guess he was just hoping we didn’t stink the place up too bad. And I don’t think we did — at least, I haven’t heard anyone say that yet.