Apropos of Fourth of July fireworks,

I read a first-person account of someone
who adopted a rescue dog from
the Cairn Terrier rescue people.

The terrier needed a lot of medical treatment before
he was put up for adoption, because he had skin problems
and was itchy all over and stuff; neglect on more than one count.
But he was an extrovert and he loves humans,
and no matter what people were doing to him,
he kept wagging his tale happily.

Foster volunteers house-trained the little rescue terrier,
and then he went to his forever home.

Where the Fourth of July happened.
And what did the little cairn terrier do?
He celebrated.

Every time the fireworks went off,
he hopped up in the air and barked his scratchy voiced little bark,
and looked delighted.
In fact,
he really wanted to head out to the patio through the sliding doors
so that he could
hunt and catch whatever was making that joyful noise.

The terrier thought the whole thing was great fun.