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Wednesday, July 04, 2007

 

Gun shy

I'm writing this with my dog sitting right under my legs. He's followed me into the kitchen, into the bathroom, and into the bedroom. While the big downtown fireworks with the orchestra accompaniment were last night in Grant Park, the 4th of July itself seems to be amateur night in our neighborhood. As bottle rockets screech in the alley, poor Henry tries to sit even closer, despite the fact that his head is already resting on my knee. He's not big on loud noises.

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