Jan 01, 2009 09:53
Last night was okay, though there WERE quite a few fireworks. They started at about 10:30. When I took Summer out for her before-bed potty, she managed to squeeze out some pee before a firecracker exploded in the next block, at which point she tucked her tail and RAN back up the stairs. A little after midnight, I took her out again, thinking the fireworks were done, but once I finally coaxed her down the steps, a single pop echoed through the night and she ran right upstairs again.
As I lay in bed reading, she kept walking around, looking alertly out the windows. I tried getting her to lay down with me and relax, but she would just stand by my bed and stare at me like, "Are you KIDDING? WHY ARE YOU IN BED? WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"
However, when I woke up this morning, I saw she was right in her normal place, curled up by my legs. And if she was curled up a little closer than usual, well...I guess that's forgivable.
In other news, it is raining great guns here and blowing like crazy. I have to drive into Portland a little later to hang out at a friend's house. I'm sort of tempted to call her and tell her I can't make it, but I've already made the cookies and, really, it'll be good for me to go socialize for a while. Plus, I haven't seen this particular friend in years, so...I guess I'll grin and bear the drive and try to get home before it gets too late!
fireworks,
summer,
new year