My Brother Made Me Do It!

My brother, Matt, has been telling me that I need to have a blog for some time now, so I took the plunge tonight.
I have 5 minutes before the kids come inside for bed. Of course, they won't settle down quickly since my husband just set off 6 fireworks, the kind that have the soldier with a parachute. Three fell like rocks when their 'chutes didn't open, but the others floated a way so the kids gave chase.
This also woke up Daisy, the Boxer puppy, we have. This afternoon she hid under the bed when Mike and the kids set off a few fireworks. However, she was safe in her crate tonight, so she didn't seem too upset.
On our walk around Country Club, hence the name of my blog, we found out that a neighbor's dog is frightened of fireworks and thunder. A kind neighbor told us this, and my 10-year-old promptly confessed, "That was us." This dog was rescued from New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina, and I felt bad to add to its distress. Louie, the poor thing, is going to have a tough time. My husband refers to a closet in the garage where his fireworks are stored as "The Ammo Dump."
It's bedtime now, so it's time to say goodbye. I promise to enlighten you with my thoughts and observations on all different subjects, which I hope you will find interesting, enlightening, thought-provoking or humorous.
Becky C.