Hi hi hoomans, it’s me, Luna the Service Dingo, reporting live from underneath the kitchen table. Why am I here, you ask? Well, because tonight the sky was screaming again, and I don’t like it when it does that. But the neighbors have been blowing off “bottles rockets” for days now…
Usually, I love Fridays! It’s my day to tell you all about my adventures, training wins, and Bear’s latest grumbles. But today… things feel weird. Even Mommy said so. She’s been quiet in that stormy-brain way all day, and the humans had that “big feelings” energy that makes me want to lean into them real close and put my head in their lap.
We didn’t go out and party, or wave flags, or say “Happy Birthday, America!” because… well, things aren’t really worth celebrating right now. Mommy said that the president (who she called President… uh… Fluffup? Flopduck? I forget, I was distracted by Goldfish crackers) signed a bill that’s going to hurt a lot of people like us- disabled people, sick people, people who already fight just to survive. I don’t understand politics, but I do know how to recognize when the people I love are hurting. And today, that hurt was everywhere.
So instead of fireworks and festivals, we had a quiet night at home. Bear and I got locked inside (RUDE) while Mommy, Mama the Moss Maiden, and our favorite Yard Yeti BJ played with sparklers outside. I saw them through the window, laughing just a little and trying so hard to make the night feel soft instead of needle-sharp. They needed it. I know they did.
Dinner smelled amazing, by the way. Somebody super kind donated a steak to the food pantry, and Mommy made it fancy- with garlic and Worcestershire and lots of herbs. There were green beans from our garden (I helped water them and chase the bunnies away with Bear!), buttery potatoes, zucchini, and mushrooms. We even got our own tiny bites of steak!
But honestly? The best part wasn’t the steak. It was the way Mommy and Mama and BJ sat at the table, leaning toward each other, smiling between the worry lines.
I remember hearing Mommy talk about how she used to spend the Fourth of July once- about memories of summer nights on the lake. About Oma and Opa and fireworks that felt magical instead of dangerous. About a time when things made a little more sense. That’s what we celebrated tonight- not the country, not the politics, not the broken promises. We celebrated each other. The family we’ve built out of pieces and pain and love.
So, if you’re out there feeling small or scared or angry- just like us- if the world feels too loud and unfair- you’re not alone. Bear and I are right there with you, keeping watch, noses in the air, tails down but hearts strong.
Stay inside. Stay safe. Don’t let your hooman drink and drive. And please snuggle your pets. We need you just as much as you need us.
Love always (and soft boofs),
Luna Bean 🐾
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