My first experience with fireworks was not a pleasant one. I really don’t know much about the 4th of July (That’s more in my mistresses department), but from what I see, it’s not a dog’s favorite holliday.
As I was looking out the front door towards evening I started hearing pops and bangs all over the place outside. Being the good, protective dog that I am, I start barking my head off to warn my people (I do that a lot) of some sort of danger out there and what do they do? They shut the door so I can’t see what’s going on, but I still hear all the dogs in the neighborhood doing the same thing (which they don’t do a lot, except the little white dog across the street who barks at anything).
As the evening progress and it got darker outside I thought the worst was over and layed down at the foot of my mistresses chair for a nice nap to calm my nerves. Suddenly there was a really loud explosion. Being the brave and protective dog that I am, I tried to jump into my mistresses lap. That way what ever danger was coming our way would have to go thru me before it got to her (or so I told myself). After rudely pushing me down my mistress and master went outside and shut Skeeter and me in the house by ourselves. I’m thinking WWIII is upon us (because my mistress talks and writes about that all the time) as the explosions keep coming. (It seems they set off these “fireworks” just down the street from us in this town)
I’m now thinking (sense I have been deserted by my people during war time) I need to find the safest place I know. Sence I am to big to fit under the bed (like Skeeter can) I head for my kennel and who is in there already but Skeeter. Being irritated at first because she usually hides under the bed at any sign of danger (not in MY kennel), I deside to let her stay and try to comfort the poor old thing who is shaking like a leaf.
After all the explosions stopped my people came back in the house. I was thankful to see no blood or limbs missing. They were both safe and sound and home again. What more could any dog wish for and never being too upset that I can’t eat, my mistress gave me a nice dog cookie, but I have to say, the 4th of July in not my favorite holliday.
Your friend, Harley