Dogs and fireworks
I admit it. I am a pyromaniac, and the apple (as in Kevin) doesn’t fall far from the tree. The Fourth of July is only surpassed in importance by Christmas in our household.
Yesterday, as Kevin was lighting off some bottle rockets, our GoldenDoodle was very curious and totally fearless (or maybe naive would be a better word; if he were a gun dog, I don’t think gun shyness would be a problem). We had to yell at him to get away from the launch tube, since it was conceivable that he would get hit in the face when the rocket went off.
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