It is as it was. Tonight, like last night. Happily, the best kind of repeat. Scooby and I will toast the evening Fourth of July sky together. No crowds. No parties. Just a comfortable lawn busy with honey bees and butterflies dancing the night away. We watch. We discuss. We eat blueberries and sip chardonnay. We drip watermelon juice from eating chunks too big. His smiling face that says it all. Because when Scooby smiles, I smile too.
I do not spend my Fourth of July eves at home with almost 21-year-old Scooby to protect him from fireworks. Because of all the years he spent living on the streets such loud noises do not startle him. I spend my eves with him because I love him.
Sitting with him close by. Doing nothing more than just sitting. These are the moments I can never have enough of. And for these days, and for this dog, I am grateful.
Our Independence Day started with a shared breakfast of Scooby toast dripping with yogurt, blueberries and raspberries. For lunch we shared a composed caprese salad. And for dinner we enjoyed dog-safe veggie burgers. Nothing fancy. Nothing busy. Just simple. It was three picnics packed with love.
Maybe this quote by John Lubbock will help you understand how I feel about spending time with The Scoobs:
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
We wish everyone a safe and quiet evening. Most of all, we wish this for the animals.
Sit. Stay. Eat. Live. It’s A Scooby Summer. thepongofund.org