Those Scary Fireworks

As I mentioned earlier, Hank is absolutely petrified of fireworks. The Fourth of July and New Years are just torture for him. He squeezes under anything he can find or folds himself into a corner and convulses uncontrollably until the fireworks have finally stopped. As a side note, we had new kitchen flooring installed a couple weeks ago and the workmen were a little leery of Hank's big bark. They started calling him "Killer." Now you tell me . . . do these pictures look like "Killer" to you? They were taken last night when some neighbors decided to shoot the rest of their fireworks.