So what's the point of fireworks, that's what I want to know. I know I have a bad rep in this family when it comes to loud noises but I just don't get it -- what's the point? Every year around this 4th of July thing and then around New Year's the humans in this neighborhood start blowing things up. Rumor has it they're at the top of the evolutionary ladder but on days like this I start to wonder.
Every time I turn around it's bang, crash, BOOM ... I'm trying to cope but they pretty much just drive me over the edge. I'm really working on this but it ends up getting on my last-dog-nerve (and yes, I AM on medication, thanks for asking) and something ends up chewed up, dug up or otherwise damaged, destroyed or altered.
I still feel bad about that garage door. And I know eventually the mommies are planning to get the molding around the kitchen door replaced -- and probably that window frame, too -- and the screen -- but at this point I guess they're figuring "he's old ... let's wait a while."
So I'm gonna try. Honest. But if you can step away from the bottle rockets then I can guarantee nothing will get hurt!
Sunday, July 02, 2006
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