Woke up at some ridiculously early hour to the sounds of Gene singing, alternately, the theme to the Dukes of Hazzard and some song called I Don’t Think Hank Done It This Way. Yeargh. On the way to breakfast, we passed a small gray dog guarding a larger black dog. They both had been hit by a car, the black dog wasn’t alive. So we called 911. They’d been called already regarding this particular dog, who was really riled up and tried to bite everyone who tried to get near him. We were about a mile away from the place we board the dogs at so we stopped in to make sure the dogs weren’t theirs. And we hoped that they had a catch stick like the kind used on Animal Cops. No on the stick, but the owner of th kennel followed us back to try his hand at catching him. Sadly, the dog wasn’t caught but it did go across the street and down into a neighborhood. To make themselves feel better, the guys decided that it must have been going home.
After a mediocre breakfast (pancakes as dense as wet sponges, eeew) we came home and took the dogs to the dog park. We planned to stay an hour but the hounds looked pretty peaked by about 20 minutes. Did I mention it was at least 90 degrees and 1,000% humidity today in Cheesecake City? Yeahhh. They had a great time and even Booper ran pretty hard. I seriously think Scooby must think he’s a mastiff or something, the way he runs with much bigger dogs. We saw an 8 month old Weimeraner puppy that weighed 85 lbs. And we thought Betty was big!
Hung out at the house, did chores, went to Chili’s for dinner. The boy and I took out the garbage and we realized that we could see some fireworks from the corner so we walked over and watched for a few minutes. Low key, quiet, nice. I think they were amateur fireworks but it was enough for me.