We headed outside at about 8:00 last night to shoot off some whistlers.
Daisy was intrigued.
She lost an eye. JUST KIDDING.
That picture is awful, I know, because it looks like she's getting her face blown off by a firework, but she's actually snapping at the whistler, trying to catch it. Over and over again, as soon as my husband would light one, she'd run over, wait for it to shoot up, and try to catch it.
I finally dragged her inside and locked her in the house.
Dinner last night: barbecued salmon, salad
Exactly two years ago: