Belinda Says Hay: “Fireworks”

Hello. It's Belinda.

Happy Fourth of July weekend to my friends in the USA.

To make your holiday extra special, we've "cooked up" a special deal for the hay fans in your house. It's 20 percent off all 20-pound boxes of hay.

Great time to stock up on 1st cutting timothy, 2nd cutting timothy, 3rd cutting timothy, alfalfa, oat and orchard. 

​If you're wondering which hay is my favorite, the answer is yes.

Just kidding. It's alfalfa, but I'm not allowed to have it every day. "Just a pinch" on the weekends. Too rich for me but I love the stuff. Super tasty. 

Speaking of Fourth of July. I'm writing this on June 30 but you'd never know it.

That's because the neighbor is already blowing up his "home fireworks."

Come on.  It’s not even July yet.

And I keep thinking about what happened last year. Little Fang was so upset about the booms and flashes that she wouldn't stop thumping.

And she’s back at it.

It all started last night. Little Fang and I were enjoying our dinner salads. My roommate had her arm inside the dryer, fishing around for lost socks,

Suddenly I saw a flash out the window. Then a boom so loud I thought a meteor hit the back yard.

"Aiee!" said my roommate into the dryer.

"Thump!" said Little Fang. She raced into her sleeping box.    

I didn't make a peep. My heart was pounding out of my chest.

My roommate stood and hurried across the room. She climbed into Little Fang's pen.

"It's OK little bunny." She got on her hands and knees and looked into the sleeping box. "It's just fireworks."

Her voice sounded funny. Like she was trying to be calm but she was actually "rattled."

Next thing you know she was stomping up the steps. When she returned a few minutes later, her arms were full of black sheets or blankets.

"I have a surprise for you, girls."

She let the sheets or blankets fall to the floor and it turns out they were curtains.

She hung one over the window above the dryer. The curtain was so long it reached the floor.

Then she took a hammer and a few nails from the tool box. She pounded the nails into the wall above the door that leads to the back yard. She hung the second curtain over the door. 

"You're going to like these curtains, ladies. They block out light and noise."

After she put the hammer away she took a box of Meadow Loops from the shelf. She put one loop on the floor in front of Little Fang's sleeping box. I took my loop from her hand and carried it to my rug. "For later."

I wasn't done eating my salad.

My roommate paused at the bottom of the stairs. 

"Try to ignore all the racket. Good night."

When she turned off the light, the room was dark as a cave.

And I'm here to tell you that it's around noon right now and this room is still pitch black.

So it's going to be an interesting holiday weekend here. I'll let you know if my roommate makes us all sleep together like last year.

I hope you are having a fun day.

"Lay low."

Sincerely,

Belinda

Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select
Belinda@smallpetselect.com