We had agreed to meet up with some friends to watch the fireworks at Great Meadows at 7:30 p.m. I fed the dogs dinner, made sure they had been out, then crated them with some chew toys - thinking that would be the safest place for them to be. I asked my eldest son to stop by (he was at a friends house) to check on the dogs around 10:30 p.m. (Realizing that the sun doesn't set until around 9:00 p.m.) We then received a phone call asking where had we left Hero when we left the house? "In the crate of course, why?".
Well, what he found was the front of Hero's crate dismantled- the picture above shows it after we had reassembled it- (pictures for the blog actually weren't my first thought when I arrived home- sorry) and Hero upstairs. This meant that Hero not only busted out of his crate but jumped the 3 foot baby gate at the family room door. Hero? My Hero ?, who on an activity scale of 1- 5 is a -1?? He was uninjured except for the top of his nose being rubbed a little raw and his gums being a little bloody. (As I write this it would no longer by visible in a picture.) While we assume it was the fireworks, my son said he did not see or hear anyone blowing off fireworks in our neighborhood by the time he got home. Needless to say ,next year I stay home (though I really hate the idea of leaving Doug responsible for all 4 kids alone- especially in a huge crowd). I guess what I'm saying is the 4th of July is NOT my favorite holiday!
Then Monday we said Vaya Con Dios to Mackey. Also not my favorite thing!!
Who would have thought that we could become so attached to him in only 9 days?
We already have one of the best greyhounds ever, I guess it was God's plan that we let someone else have this one.....