White Dog and the rest of the White Dog Army know on Too Late Tuesdays that I try to plan a project for the afternoon that will engage us in something fun and leave everyone tired enough to nap away part of our long waiting time in the evening.
Last night's rain left temps a tad cooler and in the afternoon the yard is blessed with deep shade so we all went out to for an inspection. The heat has left most of our plantings in a near terminal state and some have gone over the Bridge to bloom and grow for our friends already on that side. The cockscombs are on life support and the WDA was divided about just pulling them out and putting new flowers in the urns on the deck. They DO look like a pretty pathetic greeting but I decided that a little white floof mixed with more water might yet save them. Then White Dog trotted up with a ball she had hidden somewhere in the yard and we played "Get IT!" Everyone wanted to play, but really only WD fetches. In short order, she got annoyed at the entire WDA loping off with her to chase the ball then standing around it blocking her ability to "Get IT!"
After a not too taxing workout and practice of basic commands on the deck, we came inside to discuss our plans for tomorrow's holiday. YoYoMa dragged the picnic tote into the living room. "Sorry sweeties, I know we usually go out into the wilds and spend the day alone with nature but all of the campgrounds and picnic areas are closed because of fire danger. Cars cannot even stop on the sides of the forest roads for fear of igniting the dried grasses." Yo sank to his belly, head resting on the not-to-be picnic carrier.
Puff pulled at her harness hanging on the peg by the door and looked pointedly "out." "If every one gets up very very early we might be able to go to the Park," I agreed. "But the park will quickly fill with families and jumpy things and barbeques as people want to go somewhere to celebrate." WD put that on the "maybe" list.
Nuka looked at the bag of firecrackers and bottle rockets that I had confiscated from Michael as she wagged. "NOT a chance! Like I told Michael, hundreds of acres are burning, we are dry and in a drought, they are not legal in the city AND it is not good for you pups!" And, yes, he is mad but came up tonight to say he understands...I can never figure out why it is legal to SELL fireworks in town to gullible children but it is against the law to USE them...shouldn't they just not be available? The city puts on a lovely controlled show in several neighborhoods for those who enjoy the bursts of color.
Quinn was perfectly fine with the idea of just staying home, safely inside, and maybe grilling some swordfish steaks and sweet potatoes and veggie kebobs. Every pup second his motion for fresh strawberry shortcake with real whipped cream. The grill idea went on the "Oh YEAH" list.
As usual, Oso had remained quiet as a mouse throughout the conversation. "What would YOU like to do, Little Bear?" I asked. He admitted that he hates all of the noises especially when night falls on Independence Day (the others except for Nuka nodded in agreement) and wondered if we might be able to all cuddle in the bedroom with treats and watch a fun movie that was REALLY loud. But, he added, not one of those foreign films I like because he only speaks dog and English and cannot follow the subtitles well. No one had any specific suggestions except that we should ask our blog friends for ideas. How about it, friends? Know of a good movie that is loud?
Whatever we end up doing on this 4th of July, it will be with an eye toward keeping the WDA safe, hydrated, cool, and unafraid. We wish you all the same.