We went camping over the 4th of July weekend with my brother and his family. It's our yearly tradition. Camping at the river. Here's how it went.
Local oysters cooked on the barbeque. So yummy!
Rosie got to meet my brother's new dog for the first time! Here she is running for her life..... just kidding. Actually this is when they were playing chase. Have you ever seen a dachshund look like a greyhound? They were happy with each other for the first 10 minutes. Then my precious Roseanne got freaked out and growled and snapped at the big dog when she got close. Gave me a heart attack. My brother's dog is a shelter rescue and is THE sweetest dog ever. But I had visions of Rosie snapping at her, and then the big girl snapping back. Not good for the mini bully.... so, to keep me from going insane, Rosie spent time here when she acted like a little psycho:
Every time she snarled her little lip at the big sweet dog just for walking by, she made a trip to Rosie jail. Each time I set her down in jail I reminded her that I was saving her life. But look at sweet big dog:
This next picture of my brother's wife Amy and her little munchkin is my favorite picture.
She's saying, "Enough marshmallows!...and if you drink one more Dr. Pepper I might lose my mind." Please excuse his reaction, it's the Dr. Pepper talking.
I love our river. We've had a lot of rain lately and it's still a little high and cold for much swimming. But the monkeys still got to splash around.
Time for fireworks!
My sweet husband lit every single one of the 4 million little fireworks.
This is when he lit a horrid smelling smoking firework. It was horrible! And it went on forever, so naturally he picked it up and ran back and forth like he was carrying a stinky smoke bomb torch. I thought I might have to put him in Rosie jail.
Aaaaaand he just keeps going.
The kids were on fire patrol.
I love him, smooch smooch!
And now for the most disturbing photo sequence of the night. My brother's sweet dog went crazy for the fireworks. Really crazy. Not scared crazy, but "I want to jump on those cool things" crazy. Of course he kept her at a safe distance and had her on a leash.
But then she broke free. Literally, she broke her leash.
She's a fast runner. And before my brother caught up to her I snapped this next picture.
*disclaimer!! It's a bit of an optical illusion, she didn't get hurt at all, and my brother grabbed her super quick, she was only this close for a split second....*
AAaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Isn't that crazy? She's a nut that big dog. But she was fine, not one hair singed, and she enjoyed watching the rest of the fireworks with her collar in the clutches of my bro. Phew.
After all of the excitement it was off to bed. The uncomfortable one.
Hope you all had a fun and safe 4th of July! xoxo