This past weekend is going down in history as the most blissfully peaceful fourth of July ever. This was the first year in as long as I can remember that the fourth of July has not resulted in weeks of petrified pups and fitful sleep during nights punctuated by the sound of bombs exploding in the darkness.
We expected some noise, at the very least a party somewhere in the neighborhood, but we were pretty sure it would be nothing like the miserable torture of living in or around a city during the fourth of July.
We decided against going anywhere in favor of spending time home with Sev and the pups. It's a new home and a new neighborhood, and even though everyone seems, by now, to be settled in and comfy, the idea of the dogs being home alone at the "new" place on the fourth just seemed not cool.
We did some work around the house, played with Sev, grilled a delicious dinner and once Sev went to bed, J and I made root beer floats out of some hard root beer and some coconut bliss ice cream while watching Jaws.
No one single pop, bang, or poof for miles around.
The dogs didn't know it, but they were thrilled.
Sev slept like a champ, right through till morning.
We were so happy.
It was a glorious 4th.
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