A plea for mercy on the Fourth of July

As everyone knows, I like dogs much better than people. See here for Elvis, Zoey and our “dog in the box.”  I also know that the Fourth of July wouldn’t be the same without fireworks.  Indeed, when Keller went off to college we found a whole stash of fireworks under his bed–I would have much preferred dirty magazines.  Anyway, here is my plea for mercy for my dog friends: Remember that every time you fire off one of those damn things, some poor dog goes batshit.

Photo credit: Courtesy Tampa Bay Humane Society.  See also 5 tips to help your pets during the Fourth of July fireworks

Photo credit: Tampa Bay Humane Society. See also here for tips on how to help your dog when your neighbors act like assholes.

So, shoot ’em off if you must, but as the sun sets and evening comes on the Fourth, drink your beer, eat your burger, but stop torturing my friends. Recall what Will Rogers said, “If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” If you absolutely must satisfy some base need for cruelty, give your sniveling little kid or small grand child a hot sparkler. That’s when the fun on the Fourth really begins.

RGK

 

May the Fourth be with you

Image Credit: US Mint (Adams and Jefferson).

Image Credit: US Mint (Adams and Jefferson).

John Adams and Thomas Jefferson were colleagues, close friends, and then extremely bitter enemies.  In the twilight of their lives, they reconciled. Fifty years after the Founding, Jefferson and Adams died on the same day, July 4, 1826.  Adams’ last words were something like “Jefferson lives.”  While Adams was factually wrong in that Jefferson had died five hours earlier, that these great men bought the farm on the same day thinking of each other and the Republic they had founded is an especially good reason to celebrate the Fourth. If Adams and Jefferson could reconcile and go to their deaths thinking of each other, those of us in the modern age should be able to set our differences aside and see the value of the other.

OK, I admit it.  Hokey.  But even realists can dream.

All the best.

RGK

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