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7/4/16 Happy 4th of July!

My humans are going to a bbq party later this afternoon, and Mom says she will come home early and stay with me while Dad takes Jamie out to see fireworks. The neighbors across the way  have been blowing off half-sticks, and I’ve been having kind of a hard time with that.

My humans left for a short time yesterday and while they were gone, the booming continued. I raided the trash can and knocked things off the counter, but they weren’t really mad when they came back because they realized I was stressed out.

Mom says she is going to put me in the crate while they are at the bbq and turn on some soothing music. Normally, I would object to this, but today I think it is a good idea.

Thank you all for following my blog and Happy 4th of July to those of us here in America. Salute to our troops, past, present, and future. Freedom comes at a high price.


(this is an older pic. I still have the bruises and staple in my nose til tomorrow.)

Woof! Love, Maggie




7/4/13 Happy Independence Day!

Happy 4th of July!  I love everything about this holiday except for the fireworks.  Not a big fan of loud booms.  Or New Vacuum Cleaner.  Mom took him out today before company came over and I went into “football player” tackle mode.  Determined to out-bark the machine, I found myself given the boot to the backyard.  I don’t know why; I only charged the darn thing and tried to chew through his cord to shut him up! 

Mike came over and Dad made the most delicious food on the fire outside.  Mom lounged in the pool, but it was too chilly for Jamie.  His stomach is still tender, too; Mom says he had food poisoning yesterday and that is why he was so sick.  I chased Dad around with a stick and when I got pooped out, I lay in the grass next to Grandma, who reached down and stroked my back.  I watch over Grandma.

I was very good today.  I didn’t jump on anyone and I wore Dad out.  I behaved with company and didn’t eat any bones from the dinner table or the garbage.  I sat nicely with everyone outside.  It was fun to be included in the festivities. 

This holiday makes me proud to be a free dog in a great country.  The USA may have its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.  The other day, we went for a ride in the car and Mom pointed out a bumper sticker on a van that said, “My son is a soldier in Afghanistan.  Enjoy your freedom.”  Mom told Dad she doesn’t like bumper stickers as a rule, but she liked that one because it reminded people that freedom isn’t free.

Happy Independence Day, America!  Thank you to all our military people, Veterans and those presently serving.  I tail-wag salute you!  We couldn’t have made it this far without your service and sacrifice. 

Now, if we could only get rid of the loud firecrackers!  Where’s my Thundershirt?!

Love, Maggie