In honor of Bobby’s birthday tomorrow, I bought a bag of balloons and started inflating them this afternoon. One balloon had a small hole in it and, figuring I could patch it with tape, I kept trying to blow it up. With a sudden bang, it exploded and flew into several pieces, causing both dogs to panic and bolt into the bedroom closet. We haven’t had great luck with keeping the dogs from having accidents lately and, with another dozen balloons to inflate, I didn’t want them hiding anywhere carpeted. Thus, I made them sit with me in the main area of the house, where they cowered with each WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH until all sixteen balloons were inflated.
