What a night!
Explosions everywhere!
Flying Debris
and the sounds of BOOM BOOM BOOM fill the air! Well it was
the 4th of July so all that would be expected, right? Yes. However I
wasn't outside! I was inside and the BOOM BOOM BOOM heard here was me
yelling at Boomer, my rampaging Saint Bernard!
Saints are
known as the gentle giant in the dog world. But on the 4th they are like any
other dog and the noise
can really get to them. I live very close to my city's infamous Red White and
Boom celebration.
In addition all my neighbors were having a firecracker throw down contest
judging from the popping and
the bottle rockets whizzing through my yard. Enter one
Saint Bernard freaked out and trying to decide which window to protect, by racing
across the room and using the couch as a jump off point to go airborne, a
shaking little Chihuahua trying
to fake it as a Saint, one frantic human trying to get the howling beasts
calmed down and a bored fat
cat looking at us like we lost our collective minds. I think maybe we were his evenings entertainment.
You haven't lived until you've had your ears serenaded by a howling giant beast
at the same time you are doing the side step boogie to avoid his
dragon claws on your bare feet as he races from window to window to save the world or
at least what he considers his part of it.
Throw in the
shrill high pitch whine of a Chihuahua that is trying to keep up with the big
dog, while she also engages in a game of chase her own tail and you pretty much have 4th of
the July canine chaos. The only thing missing was the fireworks, well at least
until
I sidestepped
too far and introduced my forehead to the wall. I think every star on the flag
jumped off long
enough to
march past my eyes.
Finally the
city sent up the finale, the neighbors ran out of
bottles...of beer that is and ended the firecracker wars in a tie and my little
patriotic fur babies all
settled down for a nap. All except the cat, last I saw him he was out on the
coffee table
singing I'm a Yankee Doodle dandy.
