
All the dogs Rachell ever knew were frightened by fireworks. She took time to scour the refrigerator to find something inside that would override his urge to flee for safety when the loud commotion of the blasts began. The close gigantic bursts of color streaming the heavens or distant booms echoing along the skyline are not what Chester likes to hear, but he could be bribed to stay out from under Rachell’s bed.
“Aha,” she declares on spotting the most popular of July 4th food, wieners.
She cuts the long frankfurters into half-inch chunks and pops them in a baggie. She scuttles up Chester in her arms and heads to the front door. She seats herself and Chester on the front porch for the upcoming spectacle of humongous sparkles and magnificent eruptions of many colors of a rainbow. They have a clear view of fireworks at the edge of the river on some of America’s sprawling farmland. She entertains Chester with a couple of morsels right before the entertainment starts. What a view, Cheater sits tall and ignores the loud bangs. He begs for one after another to let her know her pick is great.
Chester decides bravely enduring the noise, “This is worth hotdog treats!”
HAPPY JULY 4th EVERYONE!











