Well, we survived the Apocalypse of July. Buddy spent the evening in his hunker bunker, Josephine managed to squeeze under our bed (amazing!) then poked her nose out and said, “Come on in, Blondie Bear, it’s better under here.” Blondie (4 times Josie’s size) just looked at her with exasperation and poked my elbow with her nose. Her signal that she desperately needs scritchies. Callie Roo curled up in a ball on a snuggle bed and trembled.
I don’t know if rain intervened or if the revelers ran out of combustibles, but, mercifully, the noise fest did not drag on into the night. Once all the noise subsided, the entire group of us heaved a collective sigh of relief and drifted off to sleep.
We sprung Lemaster from doggie jail this morning and made his getaway run into quite an adventure.
Okay, we did not break him out, we pulled him for Steele Away Home Canine Foster and Rescue, and did it all quite legally. But he was glad to be out of jail just the same, and gave us lots of kisses to prove it.
Once we got him fitted with a proper harness and leash we walked him out to the truck. I opened the door and he hopped right up into the drivers seat, “In the back peasants, I’ll drive this rig.” But we worked out a compromise. I put him in behind the seats and he decided that sitting on Marie’s lap was a better idea! He was still attached to his safety tether which is bolted to the floor, so he was safe from flying forward in a sudden stop, and he was sitting pretty still, so Marie allowed it. He’s just so CUTE, she couldn’t deny him.