In case you missed Tuesday’s post, I got a Thundershirt. Last night was fireworks night at Our local ball game. Tonight, too. Before the games with fireworks, they shoot off a cannon. I know, I know. This is NOT the Civil War, though I live about 4 miles from the country’s largest confederate collection of stuff. Cool. (Check this out if you’re into history and mysteries and stuff like that.)
A cannon? Yeah. Anyway, I HATE IT. So, last night the peeps put my Thundershirt on and We took a long walk – around 45 minutes. In preparation for the cannon blasts. Just to see what would happen.
Here’s the thing about me wearing clothes. I hate it. I can’t walk very well. I need to pee, so my private parts need to be exposed, I can’t navigate steps very well. And I generally need to move. Easily.
Having said that, I managed to pee, walk, shake, and go up and down steps more easily as Our walk went along. OK. Full disclosure. I actually chased a chipmunk in my Thundershirt.
Guess I’ll get used to it. Oh, and when the cannon went off? I high-tailed it back home, like I always do, but this time, I was able to be distracted by some neighbors. Almost stopped and stared at them.
Hummmm….. Maybe there’s something to this thing.
What You Learned Today:
- The Flying Squirrels play baseball less than a half mile from Our house.
- When they shoot off fireworks after their games – which is about all the time – they announce the games with cannon fire. (Really.)
- I HATE THAT.
- We’re testing a Thundershirt to see if it helps.