I Have a Dog
Chloe on the Fourth of July
Until very recently, Chloe would not sleep on my bed. Every night she lay close to me until I began with the teeth-brushing and pajama-donning. Then she sent herself to her crate and stayed there until I woke the next morning.
Except on the Fourth of July.
I wouldn’t even say she is nervous. Just hyper-alert.
Wherever she is when a firecracker explodes, she stops doing what she’s doing and leaps up on the bed, and, as I just wrote to a dear friend, shoves the drapes aside with her nose. She stares out at the world with the cool eyes of a sniper and growls low in her throat.
She totally gets the Fourth of July.
“Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty.” Wendell Philips, 1852.
Until very recently, Chloe would not sleep on my bed. Every night she lay close to me until I began with the teeth-brushing and pajama-donning. Then she sent herself to her crate and stayed there until I woke the next morning.
Except on the Fourth of July.
I wouldn’t even say she is nervous. Just hyper-alert.
Wherever she is when a firecracker explodes, she stops doing what she’s doing and leaps up on the bed, and, as I just wrote to a dear friend, shoves the drapes aside with her nose. She stares out at the world with the cool eyes of a sniper and growls low in her throat.
She totally gets the Fourth of July.
“Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty.” Wendell Philips, 1852.
