Courage the Cowardly Dog

Yes. We named our dog wrong. She should have been named Courage. Not just because the fireworks freaked her out last night and tonight, but because she was SO freaked out that she opened the front door, ran in the house wetting herself (and my floor).

She weighs about 75 pounds.

I grabbed her collar as she was trying to run up the stairs (carpet...!) and tried to drag her outside.

She peed on the floor again.

Hey, I dealt with the jumping through the screen to get on the back porch out of fear of thunder and lightning (she has a two car carport...why MUST it be the screened porch with my nice wicker furniture?). But the whole peeing all over my house because of fireworks ain't gonna cut it.

So I somehow managed to dragged her shedding cowardly rear back outside where she's lived her ENTIRE life and locked the front door. There is pee all over the front porch.

I would appreciate it, you stupid redneck hick who likes to set off fireworks when WE'VE HAD NO RAIN AND EVERYTHING IS DRY, if you would stop with the fireworks already. It's July 5th. Two nights of pissing dog is one night too many.

You stupid backwoods redneck hick who doesn't understand that we live in the middle of the woods and trees do things...LIKE BURN!