- 5 years ago
- Wedding: April 2018
July 5th has had its way with me Bees,
Last night, the fireworks display at a nearby softball field sent my Wort into a panic….the only way to get him to settle down was to lay in bed, with him on my chest, wrapped in a blanket….that makes for a relaxing night….I figured the show would end and it would be quiet…Not so! It would appear that the entirety of our neighborhood moonlights as illegal fireworks smugglers, because the minute the big show ended, our block literally exploded into a cavalcade of bangs, screamers and oddly enough a motorcylce drag race…..THIS went on into the wee hours of the night, when our local and overworked police department were finally able to come in and shut everyone up with the $1,500 fine for such silliness….but did we go to sleep? NO!
The freaking greyhound, who is a million years old, needs to go out…of course, it’s 1:30 in the morning, I JUST got the puppy to settle down, I can think of nothing I’d rather do more than stand out in the backyard, in my pajamas and watch all of you take a whiz….so out we go…but there’s a problem, the neighbors are still up, have imbibed far too much liquor and in their drunken haze of excitement, are jumping the fence to come play with my dogs….
I finally manage to get the drunk people back in their yard, my dogs back into my house, get everyone settled down and put Wort in his bed…as I’m drifting off the sleep, finally, I hear the unmistakable sound of a jailbreaking puppy, who does not want to sleep in his bed…but in the BIG bed with Mommy…..so that’s what happened, me, Mr. 99 and the tiniest dog this side of the Mason Dixie line, tossing, turning and bumping into each other all night….
I get up to go to work…cause my boss/dad has no soul….and Mr. 99 has to go to the county courthouse for mediation with our neighbor because we asked her literally a jillion times to fix the stupid fence that HER dog destroyed because he’s mean and viscous and we were all getting tired of having this dog foaming at the fence line, trying to find a way to get in and kill my boys….she fixed the fence, which is all we wanted and are now happy….but she insisted we go to mediation anyway….lord knows why….and here I sit, shitting tacks because I’m not sure what she wanted….and how Mr. 99 did in the whole thing…its been an hour an a half…should they be done now or what?
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