persistent pyrotechnics prove problematic to the peace at the Peanut palace…

Unpopular opinion: fireworks should not be made available to the general public.

In other words: fuck your foolish fireworks for Fourth of July. You know what is worse than one upset pet on the 4th during fireworks? THREE upset dogs the week before, day of, and week after the holiday because every asshat with a pyro side decided they need to set off fireworks to release their covid stress. Worse of all, people were angry that during a pandemic they could not come together in large crowds to watch big fireworks shows, so they decided to start fires with illegal fireworks in residential areas. Needless to say, there is no part of me that feels sorry for those acting out like petulant children throwing temper tantrums because of a pandemic – and I secretly hoped they got injured by their stupid choices (nothing big, just a burnt thumb, broken finger, brunt off eyebrows, etc.).

public service announcement break:

So, all this to say, I spent two weeks with dogs hiding in various corners of the house. Which means two weeks of very little and very interrupted sleep; dealing with doggy barking, seizures, scared pee/poop, etc. Thankfully, Peanut was completely unbothered by it all and slept all night every night (Bless this tiny human for that contribution to my stressful sleepless situation).

Peanut’s playground: and we have liftoff!!! Peanut has begun walking on her own. We are currently in the tiny drunken five steps at a time followed by a booty fall – but it’s progressing. Before we know it, she will be running circles around me… Her current obsession is the Trolls World Tour movie. As lame as it sounds, it’s actually a pretty good movie. Good enough that I’m not dying over the fact that she wants to see it two times a day. Any time you include voices like Mary J. Blige and Kelly Clarkson, I’m here for it. Truth be told, I cannot wait for Peanut to be able to do the dance move from the movie with me!