Olive was is sooo petrified from fireworks that our vet suggested tranquilizers this year. Otherwise, I get a 95lb dog trying to jump into my lab all night. Not Matt's lap, oh no. For some reason I am the one she comes running to. She can leave some pretty brutal bruises while scaling you to get comforted. So Matt sat with a beer in one hand, Olive in the other while listening to the neighbors launch pop bottle rockets.





We celebrated the 4th in Slater, IA! Wahoo! The lamest parade we've ever seen, but the coolest to June....so it didn't really matter. It rained the entire time. Grandpa Bob was good at showing June how to splash in puddles. Floats were everything from a kid pulling a red-rider wagon with a cooler in it and a sign to tractor after tractor. June loved waving to the floats to get candy.