It's that time of year in India again that I dread -Diwali, the Festival of Lights! You'd think we're in a war zone, with all the bombs and crackers and fireworks exploding! The kids on our street choose right in front of our gate to light the. And, more in the alley behind us. Oh, they are having fun, and our street is all pretty lit up like Christmas, but I DO NOT ENJOY THIS FESTIVAL. I stayed glued to Lady's lap or heel. And I will NOT take care of business outside, or even on the balcony. Lady understands.
These are taken from our balcony.
I am still have "issues" with the prednisone. I peed on Lady's lap.
Well...
HAPPY DIWALI INDIAN FRIENDS,
ESPECIALLY YAM AUNTY!
Well...
HAPPY DIWALI INDIAN FRIENDS,
ESPECIALLY YAM AUNTY!
Oh, I am so sorry that you do not like this holiday. The decorations look very pretty.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I would like all that commotion either. I hate noise!
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Sounds like a very scary holiday to us!
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, that sounds skeery!!
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, that sounds skeery!!
ReplyDeleteWe hate fireworks! Happy Diwali, Marley!
ReplyDeleteHari om
ReplyDeleteI love Diwali, of course, but am with you on the firecrackers; hateful things. We just had HUGE sparklers last night - all the bright, without the fright!!! stay safe Marley. hugs and wags YAM-aunty xxx
Yah I wouldnt like that either. Just stick with Mom.
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