Remember remember,
the fifth of November.
Gunpowder, treason & plot.
Ah well
It's that time of year again.
Hopefully with it falling on the weekend this year it might get it over with quick.
Luckily, I'm not too bad with my lot at the moment. Only one is frightened, the rest are not fazed at all & the littlest one actually goes in the garden & tells off any rockets & bangers she can hear.
Not always so, some of my older ones were petrified. One of my Old English Sheepdogs used to shake like a jelly & try so hard to get under our bed he used to lift it!