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07-05-2014, 07:55 AM
Happy 4th a day late! What did ya'll do yesterday?
We went to Westcliffe and watched the gun parade. My in-laws are visiting from Massachusetts and they really knew they were out west. They've never seen so many guns and horses all in one place. I brought Cuzco to watch the parade. People in the parade were stopping to take pictures of our goat! Several of them asked why we weren't participating. I told them Cuzco has been in so many parades in his lifetime that he's entitled to sit back and watch a few at his age. Plus, if he's in the parade he doesn't get Tootsie Rolls. Cuzco LOVES Tootsie Rolls!
After the parade we visited my parents for lunch and afternoon festivities. Cuzco pottered around the yard eating weeds while we shot my dad's potato cannon. Then I hitched Cuzco to his cart and gave rides. My 3 and 4-year-old nephews have never had so much fun--they had a front-row view of the pellet-dispensing orifice and their peels of laughter could be heard all over the countryside after Cuzco dumped cargo. I had to watch to make sure they didn't fall out of the cart in their hysteria. Cuzco was not amused and did not treat them to a repeat performance, but they continued to laugh at the memory on subsequent cart rides.
It was a fun afternoon. My brother tried driving Cuzco by himself. That lasted about ten steps before Cuzco realized I wasn't with him and there was a stranger in the driver's seat. He came to an abrupt halt and immediately began to back up and turn around. Then we got chased under the landing by a massive hailstorm. I had just unhitched Cuzco and he made a beeline for the only dry place on the property. There were already four adults, two kids, and an overflowing toy box crowded under the landing when Cuzco squeezed in. He was very polite about it. He's usually pretty obnoxious with adults and downright mean to kids when he's loose, but he knows which side his bread is buttered on. Before I got there, he had politely wedged his way between my huddled relatives and endured human contact as long as they allowed him a dry space to stand. My nephews ran under his neck and legs without comment from Cuzco. It was all very cozy.
I'm glad I brought Cuzco's blanket because it rained most of the way home and he was riding in the open truck bed. But the blanket is waterproof and kept him quite toasty and dry. He wasn't happy about his head getting wet, but at least he wasn't shivering. Once home, Phil hooked his iPad up to our big screen (we have a projector and roll-down screen) and started up his fireworks app. We were planning to set off some real fireworks in the driveway, but the rain put a damper on that idea. He put on some patriotic music and we all took turns creating a fireworks show on the big screen. Sounds cheesy? NO WAY! It's awesome. You're just jealous! And that's how the Hassey household made merry on Independence Day!
We went to Westcliffe and watched the gun parade. My in-laws are visiting from Massachusetts and they really knew they were out west. They've never seen so many guns and horses all in one place. I brought Cuzco to watch the parade. People in the parade were stopping to take pictures of our goat! Several of them asked why we weren't participating. I told them Cuzco has been in so many parades in his lifetime that he's entitled to sit back and watch a few at his age. Plus, if he's in the parade he doesn't get Tootsie Rolls. Cuzco LOVES Tootsie Rolls!
After the parade we visited my parents for lunch and afternoon festivities. Cuzco pottered around the yard eating weeds while we shot my dad's potato cannon. Then I hitched Cuzco to his cart and gave rides. My 3 and 4-year-old nephews have never had so much fun--they had a front-row view of the pellet-dispensing orifice and their peels of laughter could be heard all over the countryside after Cuzco dumped cargo. I had to watch to make sure they didn't fall out of the cart in their hysteria. Cuzco was not amused and did not treat them to a repeat performance, but they continued to laugh at the memory on subsequent cart rides.
It was a fun afternoon. My brother tried driving Cuzco by himself. That lasted about ten steps before Cuzco realized I wasn't with him and there was a stranger in the driver's seat. He came to an abrupt halt and immediately began to back up and turn around. Then we got chased under the landing by a massive hailstorm. I had just unhitched Cuzco and he made a beeline for the only dry place on the property. There were already four adults, two kids, and an overflowing toy box crowded under the landing when Cuzco squeezed in. He was very polite about it. He's usually pretty obnoxious with adults and downright mean to kids when he's loose, but he knows which side his bread is buttered on. Before I got there, he had politely wedged his way between my huddled relatives and endured human contact as long as they allowed him a dry space to stand. My nephews ran under his neck and legs without comment from Cuzco. It was all very cozy.
I'm glad I brought Cuzco's blanket because it rained most of the way home and he was riding in the open truck bed. But the blanket is waterproof and kept him quite toasty and dry. He wasn't happy about his head getting wet, but at least he wasn't shivering. Once home, Phil hooked his iPad up to our big screen (we have a projector and roll-down screen) and started up his fireworks app. We were planning to set off some real fireworks in the driveway, but the rain put a damper on that idea. He put on some patriotic music and we all took turns creating a fireworks show on the big screen. Sounds cheesy? NO WAY! It's awesome. You're just jealous! And that's how the Hassey household made merry on Independence Day!