I’d love to say that I’m enjoying a relaxing holiday weekend but truth be told, I have to work (a lot) and what little down time I have at home is pushing me to the brink.
Some of you may or may not know that I have reluctantly acquired my ex-husband’s dog, Jax. I already have a dog named Max. That in and of itself is so confusing, even the dogs are confused. If you call one, they both come. If we try to call each of them at the same time, to get them into separate rooms, they cross back and forth before following each other in circles.
Now, I know that all sounds like such great fun, but the only thing that can possibly top that is throwing in some fireworks.
As I write this, Jax has not stopped barking long enough for me to even think, so feel free to comment that none of this post makes any sense. I wouldn’t be surprised.
Jax is barking so relentlessly, the kids are yelling for him to shut up, I’m yelling for him to shut up and my son, Marc, is yelling at me for yelling at the dog.
My poor Max is spending his weekend more like the dog in the photo below.
I can’t say that I blame him.
All I can think is its only July 1st! I don’t know about where you live, but in Connecticut fireworks are plentiful and we like to stretch fourth of July out through the entire month.
So, before I lose my mind, yelling at my dogs who can not distinguish between the letter “J” or the letter “M” or screaming out the window at the neighbors to put the damn fireworks away…
I think I’m going to order these for the entire family.
Couldn’t hurt, I mean, it is almost August, right?