For the past 5.5 years, any time i have given Hanzo a balloon, he has happily destroyed it with his poky little claws and bitey little teeth. If given a choice between a cardboard box, a stuffed animal, and a balloon, i’d bet money he’d pick the last one first.
So i got a bunch of people (and their kids) to blow up a buttload of balloons on his (approximate) birthday and come to this big grassy field and release their share, whereupon we expected that Hanzo would destroy the surfeit of inflated gifts in a fit of balloon-chasy glee.
Only… many of the balloons started to pop as soon as they hit the dry grass, and perhaps thinking this meant they were full of fireworks (which he doesn’t like nearly as much), Hanzo ran away from the others.
Fortunately, he still had tons of fun… i think he knew the party was for him, even if he didn’t get the balloon thing, and he got to see other dogs and eat lots of sneaked chips and fruit and pizza crusts that he shouldn’t eat (which i guess is good, because one of the guests accidentally threw away his dinner, haha. Don’t worry, i gave him a second, smaller dinner to make up for it).
And like a little stripey superhero, Briar was there to make sure the humans were not disappointed for spending hours blowing up balloons, because she was happy to pop them for our amusement, and then to chase her ball while the little kids threw it.
I haven’t thrown a party in…years? And it reminded me why i don’t, haha. I slept for fifteen hours afterward and i could have slept more if i didn’t remember i owed some graphic design. I had a great time, though, and so did the dogs! Thanks so much to the people who wasted all their oxygen on balloons, because he was pretty happy to see them (and their food) even if he didn’t much care about the presents <3 And Briar was all about them balloons:
(Hanzo and Briar slept even longer than i did, so also thanks to everyone’s children for tiring them out so i could get some work done! haha)