So it’s the 4th of July weekend.  I mowed the “lawn” today and am glad that’s out of the way.  With the way it’s been raining lately, I’m sure this will be something on my to-do list for all of July.  The humidity also gave me a grand sinus headache this afternoon.  Advil Cold and Sinus is thanking me for all the tablets I buy from them, I’m sure.

Then I made this 4th of July picture of Luigi.

Well, tonight I fed the dogs a few hours earlier being that Mimi is so sound sensitive and she usually poops after dinner.  Last night she tried pooping twice and both times was interrupted by some big firecracker noise.  I was praying that her third try would be successful because I was pretty sure there wouldn’t be a fourth, and I don’t want any constipated doggies around Fort Doberdale.  And more so, waking up in the middle of the night to that poopy smell is just the best way to put me in a real grumpy mood.  Not only do I have to get up from a sound sleep to clean something I don’t want to clean, but the smell lingers for too long even after the plop is removed and some air freshener is sprayed.  I mix water and essential oils in a spray bottle for my air freshener, and that normally works very well.  Just not when a foul smell has had some time to take over the entire house.  They usually drop the poop by the back door.  I am in a bed in a far corner from the back door.  The odor has a ways to travel and that means it’s pretty much covered the entire house by the time I smell it.

I didn’t much like the loud noise of fireworks when I was a kid.  Now I don’t like them for my dogs’ sake, and all the other animals out there.  They are pretty enough to watch from afar, though, during a planned show.  This shooting off store-bought fireworks in neighborhoods should be illegal.  Wait!  I thought it was.   So why are they sold in grocery stores then?