News from the canine world - July 4 (part 2)

It took me three days to get over it, and I can talk about it now.

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!!

Seriously! The big guy walks me down to the park, and there is all sorts of stuff going on! People everywhere, other dogs (to my brothers and sisters out there, sorry, but the big guy wouldn't let me visit you. Feel free to crap in your owner's shoes in protest - I thought about it, but personally, that's just gross), carnival rides, beer gardens (I hear these are good), and food vendors all around. It's late afternoon and all is right with the world. The big guy and a couple of his friends drop down a blanket and we just hang out. I did get to say "Hi" to people, mostly those who really like touching me. Not too sure what the hell that's all about, but it feels good and they talk to me in kid's voices which just makes me laugh.

A band starts playing nearby as it gets on towards sunset. I think the big guy called them "America". Never heard of them, but the song "Ventura Highway" kicked ass. After I finish this entry, I plan on finding out what an alligator lizard is and how they get into the air. So all in all, this was a pretty cool night out. Then it happened.

The band finished, and right over our heads aliens attacked. Seriously, the noise was deafening, and the bursts of colored lights were very obviously meant to kill us all! Stupid humans, they actually just sat there, "oohing" and "aahing", completely unaware we were all about to die! But they weren't going to get ME alive! I started running, and the damn leash stopped me. Why didn't the big guy get it? We needed to get outta' there! Luckily I am a tenacious bitch and he finally understood the severity of the situation (seemed like it took him forever, but really only a couple of minutes). He got up and we left - almost. I could not believe that just as we were about to break completely free, he turned and stopped. He was just standing there, watching the lights from hell threaten our very existence. Then I noticed something - the aliens had CRAPPY aim! With all the lights and noise, not one person was hurt. So though we were still in danger, I let him watch, but boy was I on high alert.

Finally it stopped, and everyone applauded. Stupid humans. I had had enough. I walked the big guy home as fast as I could. If he picked up the pace, so did I. All I could think about was the impending second wave, and bacon. Don't know why I thought about bacon, but I did. Back at my house, I was finally safe and it didn't take me long to pass out. Stress is just exhausting.

All is right again. The aliens are gone, and no one appears damaged. But I still can't shake the feeling that I really, REALLY need some bacon.