July 5, 2017 by Petrea
Wilma Wednesday: The Fourth
Last year John and I went to a party on the 4th of July. It was nice: a barbecue at a fine home in the hills, with good food, good beer, and good people. We will never do it again.
It was terrifying for Wilma. When we got home she was ecstatic to see us, and from her behavior (and the mess on the floor) it was obvious she’d been panicking all evening. I would, too, if I were alone and surrounded by explosions from all directions.
So last night we stayed home. No barbecue for us, and the beer was only okay. But it was a lot better for Wilma. The pack stayed together, safe in the den, waiting for the storm to pass. From a dog’s eye view, that’s how it should be.
It’s fun to go out, but we can do that any time. I’m not all that crazy about explosions anyway.