God Bless America

Our Home Sweet Home

This is the way we like it.

We're Home.

Or nearly Home.

At Gramma's Home.

I'm sitting in Gramma's chair.

Fergi is in her (borrowed) doggie bed.

Moma has the television turned on nice and loud.

She says it's drowning out the boomers and snaps and crackles and pops

that are blasting around in the sky outside.

We're listening to the patriotic music

and watching the fireworks on the Hudson River in NYC

Wondering if Asta is watching out her window.

It's not so scary this way.

And we can enjoy the memories of a great day.

You know.

We know.

We are two lucky dogs

In a family of five lucky dogs.

And today we celebrated America's Birthday

and all the privileges and rights that come with it

Including the right and privilege to be

Very indulged (and loved) dogs 

We've really enjoyed the day today.
So we want to say.

God Bless America.

Our Home Sweet Home.

(With a huge thanks to our forefathers and all else who gave their lives

so that we may enjoy the freedom we know today.)

We hope your day was good too.
If it was half as good as our little party
It had to be wonderful.

(Be safe!)

Now we leave you
With plugged ears.