July 4, 2008

Poor Billie is having a new experience tonight--fireworks.

I live in the city, meaning there are not supposed to be fireworks in my neighborhood. About 9:30 tonight, somebody shot a wad of high-class fireworks, the kind that make huge beautiful bursts in the night sky. Normally I would enjoy seeing these, but not when I have a mustang in my backyard. Those colorful lights really frightened her. Once those died down, we had the more usual noisy popping ones. After awhile, Billie stopped running around her pen and just stood as those she was trying to be a statue.

Geez, people...happy 4th.