July 4, 2007

White Dog is not usually jumpy when it comes to loud noises, but she most certainly did not like the "boys" next door setting off screaming bottle rockets, machine gun rounds of firecrackers, and other loud, smelly assorted fireworks on their front lawn. Many of the pyrotechnics flew right against our windows and the sound was a nonstop invasion for over an hour. She huddled against Steve and looked beseechingly for an explanation. Steve could only offer White Dog the security of his arms and the comfort of his reassurances that "it would soon be over."