A 4th and remembering a dear old dog

The wee people were adorable for the 4th of July. Al and I were a little more cranky, something about being in a crowded scene does us both no favors, I think. The swarm of people in town seemed to say we-will-not-let-the-recession-take-away-our-4th-but-come-the-5th-get-out-of-my-way-to-the-ferry. All was well at the end of the day, as witnessed by the photos here, when the family trio sauntered around the Cliffside in all their fine patriotic duds. I put a pic or two of Evelyn on the lobby desk, enraptured by the resident Austalian Shepherd named Tricky. A faun tri-color, he does bring back memories of my Nico (a black tri-color) but not sadness just fond memories. That classic Aussie play-with-me forepaws down pose as well as the snorty-sniffle noise and the inquisitive eyebrows. Evelyn is certifiably DOG CRAZY. She also enjoyed being awake for the first time EVER for the fireworks display. See the pic with the lip prominently displayed as her response to the pyrotechnics end. To me, the sunset gave the Chinese gunpowder a run for it's money.