It finally happened. Lately, I’ve taken to boasting that my 15-month-old Golden Retriever (Molly) hasn’t yet destroyed anything valuable – no couches, no carpets, no woodwork, nothing, nada, zip, zilch. Yesterday we had out-of-town company who weren’t exactly comfortable around hyper-puppy, so when we decided to play games, we went down to the rec room in the basement to play and left Molly wandering around the first floor, where she’s had free, unsupervised reign for months now. Denis and I kept taking turns checking on her every half hour or so – making sure she had enough water and didn’t need to go out. She was amazingly good and quiet – sometimes I’d go up and check and she was sleeping in her crate with the door wide open. Until we went up for dinner and figured out why she’d been so quiet… The windowsill in our family room is now missing a corner. And I mean a whole corner. That’s going to be difficult to fix. Maybe we’ll just sand down the other corner and pretend that’s the way it was meant to be. :)
The fourth was fun, though. We didn’t watch any fireworks – we were in the middle of a rather long game, and we’ve all seen fireworks before – but we had a great time at the bbq that Jenny organized! I love trying out new recipes on my friends, so I found a great recipe for pasta salad that involved beans, corn and salsa. People liked it – yay! My strawberry pie came out a little runny, though – I might not have thickened the glaze enough, or something, but it came out more like strawberry soup. Still tasty though. And, of course, it’s almost impossible to mess up brownies, especially out of a box. :) The rain held off for the afternoon, except for a short shower that was just long enough to force us to put away the cameras and radio and put the food under the picnic tables. All in all, a very fun way to spend a Wednesday. Now if we could just do that every week…