oh dear. I forgot that this weekend is Bailey's most favorite holiday of the year. Fourth of July. Fireworks. Bright lights, loud noises. For most dogs, the 4th is a nightmare. For Bailey, it's pure heaven.
It's going to be hard to top our old neighborhood's firework extravaganza (sorry, I guess the pictures are kaput) but some folks a few doors down were setting off a few rounds this afternoon, and Bailey went from full snooze (sprawled on the floor) to four feet into the air, barking madly. And this from a dog that NEVER barks. A growl? Yes, especially when a cat is spied. But barking? Never. I've probably heard him bark ten times in his entire life. And nine of those times were during last year's Fourth of July festivities. Oh boy.
I can only hope that the lake house is a bit quieter tomorrow.
