A whistling Pete was set off in the neighborhood last night, no doubt a precursor of a nearly weeklong barrage. Piggy will not be pleased.
Last year's Independence Day celebrations started about this early and ended late, and he wasn't too happy, especially when walk time coincided with neighborhood fireworks time.
The spaniel finds pyrotechnics to be very much a bad thing and typically holes up wherever his mommy and daddy are, looking disconcerted. No sign yet of how Katy will handle them, but given their wildly divergent styles of interacting with each other (he wants her to go away, she wants to lick his face and nip him on the butt), she'll probably think it is just a really great party and possibly an excuse to take a nap.