Not the canine's favorite holiday.

 Nothing brings back of the memory my sweet dog Sandia, like the Forth of July. She would spend the entire first week of July cowering under my bed. As I sit here at 10 pm on the 4th, just a few stray bangs and booms linger throughout Connecticut. A wobbling whistle sound may call from a distance, but for canine’s sake, I hope it’s all said and done.  Needless to say, dogs across this great nation have tails tucked as they cower in corners, under beds or wrapped around any human that will protect them. For a week now the skies have lit up, building to tonight’s crescendo. These explosions of sorts have deemed our four legged protectors futile in their everyday tasks.  While dogs tremble, humans would ohh and ahhh in their approval of the lit sky. Today, the kids would do a rain dance of sorts around the spark spewing TNT. They would beg for more, as the dogs would just beg for it all to stop. But the one thing that would bring humans and dogs together on this great American holiday would be the never-ending stream of....hot dogs(you guessed it).  Whether served on a red, white and blue plate or dropped on the patio, we could all relish in their salty deliciousness. In Coney Island today, one brave soul would even go so far as to ingest 62 of them in ten minutes.  Perhaps today’s miracle?  So… Happy Birthday America! Our forefathers would be proud of our hot dog eating talents. Thank goodness that from this great country has also come the invention of Pepto Bismo. I may not be the first to say this today and certainly wont be the last, but I'm proud to be American.