Bernice, Sadie and I celebrated the 4th with a dip in my heavenly swimming pool. Ok, Sadie and I went in–twice. The groomer had just been here, and Bernicie didn’t want to spoil her do, so she lay in the shade of a patio chair and watched.
Later in the evening, a fireworks show erupted over the lake. Spectacular! A gift. Bernice, being only nine inches tall, was terrified, and tried to climb on top of my head as we sat on the couch to watch. After a little while, she realized there was no Yorkie sacrifice on the schedule, and though she still clung pretty tightly, she stopped shivering and turned to look. Sadie, having already retired for the night, did not bestir herself. Beagles are pretty unflappable, for the most part. Bernice probably thought the planet was blowing up. Sadie just snored away, blissfully unconcerned.
Tomorrow morning, the horses are scheduled to COME HOME. I’m waiting to get excited, because there have been several delays already. Once the truck pulls in, and we’ve gotten the motley crew unloaded and settled into their spiffy new quarters, you’ll be the first to know.
I promise.
