At the little ballpark here in City By the Sea, it's the first game of the year to end with fireworks. Sam raised his head at the first sound, then relaxed.
Molly would have been up the stairs, seeking higher ground. Fireworks worried her.
Sometimes on the 4th of July I took her for a ride away from town at fireworks time.
Light Princess and I both find ourselves still saying "dogs" rather than naming our singular reality.
And in that reality, I no longer have a dog who gets upset over fireworks.
They've stopped now.
I still miss her a lot.