After Mom totally messed up the house, that's when we started having fun. My friends Neal and Selena came over; I've played with them before and I already like them, so I guess it was okay that Mom let them come to visit us inside too. They were really nice and pet me as much as I wanted, so even though I thought about hiding in my crate until they left, I actually had fun being part of the party. (Also, those cheesy poofs were GOOD. If that's what parties mean, I hope Mom has one every day!)
I hated the end part. Loud noises make me run away and make me feel sad and scared at the same time. Mom and I figured out though that if she turns the kitchen fan on high and I squeeze myself against the far back corner, I can't hear the explosions any more. Plus, the cool kitchen floor feels nice on my skin...mostly I like my pretty fur coat, but today I was one hot dog. So the kitchen it is, for now, and every now and then Mom comes in and sits on the floor and tells me what a good boy I am. I agree, but it's really nice that she knows it too.
So, today was a strange day. The good thing is, I have discovered that when I lay down in the kitchen I can find things under the cabinets like cheesecake crumbs and more cheesy poofs, so I don't mind as much about the fireworks, because I'm having a late night snack. Plus, Mom seems happy, and she says I was a good dog while Neal and Selena were here, so she's happy with me too, so I guess that means it was a great day. (Still, I hope she doesn't run the vacuum every day. What if it gets my tail??)