Once again Independence Day is here, and in this neck of
the woods that means crazy people with explosive devices. When I was a
kid, one of my friends had only one hand because he thought it would be
fun to hold on to a large commercial sky rocket, and light it with his other hand. I always thought he was
kind of stupid for doing it, but I never actually told him so. Here in
the South, having one extremity missing isn't considered a sign that
you've done something stupid, just that you are now a likely candidate
for a job at the carnival.
The Fourth of July used to be awful for my old dog Molly. She used to be terrified at all the
explosions, and could hear a ladyfinger pop a mile away. She would spend
almost an entire week
hiding under my bed, quivering in fear. Not so, Mr. Chandler. He is not
phased by anything, not fireworks, thunder, or large trucks. I can take
him out and all hell can be breaking loose, all he cares about is taking
a pee, and smelling what other dogs have left behind. Sasha is not so brave. The same little dog that wants to take on every large dog she sees, hates firecrackers, and thunder. It scares her to death. So from this morning, until probably Monday morning, Sasha will be peeing and pooping in Mark's shower. I just hope Mark looks down before he steps in there.
Oh I love that photo. What a face. We have fireworks on Guy Fawkes Day (November) but like Chandler, my dog could care less. The cat too. I actually think Pickles is slightly deaf. Anyhoo... missing the 4th of July. I even forgot about it until I read your post. Over here in England it's cold and rainy and there will be no picnics or celebrations. Just fond memories of 4th of Julys past.
ReplyDeleteMark should wear flip flops in the shower, BTW.
@Kim, I know, about Mark and the flip flops. He just came to me in a panic. Sasha had diarrhea in his shower. He doesn't do body fluids well.
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