Happy 4th of July, American buddies. The weather is lovely here and there are fireworks happening tonight.
Bodie is going to his house tonight and sweet a dog as he is, I’m going to be relieved when I know he is doing well and when Henry can calm down too. Bodie is a handful, part of which is his beagleyness (I now know that this breed is not for me, so this was a very fortuitous pet-sitting!), and part of which is just him. I really think that the whole experience has reminded me that while I really do love dogs, I really love the independence and non-neediness of cats.
Later: I am profoundly tired. Going to see the fireworks is one of my favorite things in the WORLD, otherwise I would bugger out out of my plans and go to bed at 8pm, after I drop Bodie off at his house. My god. I tried to take a nap but Stripey wouldn’t stop jumping on me (it’s too hot for snuggles) so I went to my bedroom and then Bodie wouldn’t stop whining because he could not see me.
I’m seriously over the animals.
I got veggie dogs and potato salad to have for dinner, but I am too tired to cook! I think I’m going to save all festivities for tomorrow; eating or drining tonight appears to be out of the question.