4th of July disaster...

July 4th weekend was a success.  It was like a vacation in my own city.

However, we experienced a huge fright on Saturday night. We left our dogs (Rosco and Waylon) with Michael's parents at their lake house while we met up with some friends on the lake. We had been gone for a few hours when around 9:30pm we got a call from Michael's mom saying that they had lost Rosco.  He is terrified of fireworks and when he heard them, he freaked out and bolted out of the house (the door was left cracked open). 

Michael finally found him about a mile from the house in the woods. He spotted some eyes with a flashlight and, sure enough, it was Rosco.

It's amazing how a dog can become like a member of your family, and in this case, our child.