Happy 4th! But mind your hunting dogs — they may mistake those sky booms for downed birds!
While you hoomans are celebrating the 4th of July, you kinda miss the meaning of freedom. You have jobs, payments and so many daily and life obligations. Ugh. For dogs, however, it’s just open the door and let the dogs out. Freedom begins at the back or front door. Real freedom means no leashes and out to roam and sniff about — woo hoo!!!
OK, the things I do like about hooman celebrations like the 4th of July are cook outs, hotdogs and hamburgers, chips, and some apple pie. Pass all of those my way, please. At my home when Mike fires up the grill, I start drooling. Something good is about to happen, so I need to be ready to eat, har har! While treats are great, hamburgers are better, or just make that a grilled chicken breast — or even better, T-bone steak — and I am all in for the celebrating.
Now, I do get confused about fireworks on the 4th of July. When I hear a loud bang, I instantly believe Mike has downed another bird and I need to go fetch it back. Of course, I have never been bird hunting in the dark, but that bang means the bird is down somewhere — or, in Mike’s case, an attempt has been made, har har! — so I spring into action.
July 4th is also another day when Mike drags out weird red, white and blue items and places them on me. I play along in this game — because I know the grill will be heating up soon.
Happy Independence Day, everyone. Cook an extra steak for your dog. —Cameron