As you might imagine, today is not the favorite holiday around here. The festivities began last night with a gigantic fireworks display at the country club across the street.
Sylvia and Alex were not amused.
Poor Alex took it the worst, following me around the house and hiding whenever possible. Even with all the windows in the house closed (thank goodness it was chilly outside for July), he looked like this.
On the other hand, the cats remained unconcerned. . .
(D'Arcy and Pablo)
. . . as did a certain hound, who slept through the "festivities."