The view from my office window tonight:
(With a break to comfort Ginger, the terrified dachshund. Poor girl; there was nowhere for her to hide.)
The view from my office window tonight:
(With a break to comfort Ginger, the terrified dachshund. Poor girl; there was nowhere for her to hide.)
Awww, poor baby. Dogs have a terrible time with fireworks. Back home, my dog would howl at our window through which the fireworks could be seen and another hid in the closet. Sadly a friend told a story on FB yesterday about pets running out the front door never to be seen again. I trust Ginger feels better now, hopefully.
Yes. She’s better. And so am I!