Today is the day when, in the words of Apu from The Simpsons, you "celebrate your country's independence by blowing up a small part of it". Our local fireworks display starts at 9pm, and since about mid-day, there have been occasional detonations, crackles and screamers. I expect we'll get the same for a few more days or (if last year is a guide) even occasionally for a couple of months.
My dog, Dylan (http://picasaweb.google.com/animoose/Dylan), hates it. He retreats to his crate, which is his normal place of safety, with his tail tucked right down. As the bangs get louder, he will shake and pant with fear, and look for other hiding places (the shower, closets). He's not the only dog in the neighbourhood who gets like this. Some people on our street have a big, bouncy Chesapeake retriever, who turns into a nervous wreck today. It's very sad to see. If we could just have one official display, it would not be so bad. Poor guys.
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