Man, what a four day weekend can do for your spirit. Four fabulous days of no work and all play with King Henry.
Saturday, DJ had to work again so Hank and I spent the day as best buds again. We danced and sang to record after record. We walked and walked and walked around town. We played inside and outside. Took THREE naps and watched Finding Nemo for the millionth time. DJ came home and we told him that we needed to go back to Target because I managed to forget formula and wipes. We stopped over at my aunt and uncles, chatted and played with the neighbors chickens. Went to Target and then planned to go to a festival. Little did we know that there were fireworks that night at the festival and by the time we got there it was crazy busy and with no stroller packed up I was not going to walk that far. We went home and dosed our anxiety ridden dog to put him to sleep prior to the booming fireworks. This anxiety is a newly acquired thing Bowie has. He shakes and pants uncontrollably and he just wants to be up your ass.