I hope everyone survived the worst, most horriblest day of the year. The humans call it "4th of July" or "Independence Day." I'm pretty sure that's just code for "be mean to all puppy dogs in your neighborhood." Luckily, my people put my Thundershirt on me and my shaking and pacing stopped. I couldn't completely relax, but I was much happier. *Disclaimer: I have not been compensated in any way for my endorsement of Thundershirt. I just like it!*
I'm nervous, but not shaky.
Watchful, but almost sort-of relaxed
The weather was also pretty much perfect, so we spent a lot of time outside.
Mom and got to enjoy the patio until the neighbor kids started playing with poppers. I didn't like those.
Enjoying the 5th of July
Are you eating, Mom?
Hey, here comes Dad!
Holidays are hard! Luckily I have Dad feet to nap on.