Weekend Cliffhanger Part 1
Here I am, faced with the decision of whether to take my beagles to the park tonight for a free concert and early 4th of July fireworks show. Oh, how I'm tempted to bring them along. You'd think I'd know better by now.
Leif and Lars would relish the open air, the chance to sniff other dogs, the dotings of passersby. On the other hand, subjecting them to the pops and flashes of pyrotechnics probably isn't their idea of an amusing Friday night. It's not like the hounds would appreciate the R&B stylings of Kool and the Gang, but the thought of leaving my boys cooped up at home isn't appealing either. Then again, who doesn't like getting down to some "Jungle Boogie"?
This is where a dog stroller would come in handy. Or perhaps a pair of smaller dogs who would fit comfortably in a pet carrier. My brother tells me he's bringing his miniature daschunds for the festivities. Easy for him, he'll just pop those little wiener dogs into a pet stroller and roll them down the park without a thought. Last year, nestled cozily inside the stroller, his dogs didn't make a yip at the streaming rockets and bursting cherry bombs.
Cute, but just plain wrong for my beagles...
Alas, a pet stroller is no place for an energetic 40-pound beagle, not to mention two of them. So will we venture out to the park for the show? Will the thunderstorm that's currently brewing outside put a damper on the festivities? Check back Monday to find out...