Big Bangs

As Murphy grew older, she hated the 4th of July. Way too loud for her.  So we began the tradition of being out of any firework range for the 4th.

One year, I woke up on the 5th, proud that I had managed to keep Murphy away from any loud noises.  All of a sudden a large, loud clap of thunder struck overhead.

Both Murphy and I were shaking in the sleeping bag!

Murphy's Day.