The worst holiday

Today is the fourth of July.  It is the worst holiday ever.  There are loud, loud booms.  I do not like fireworks at all.  Jean took me for a walk in the afternoon which was fine because it was quiet.  But in the evening the fireworks started.  I had to hide behind the couch.  The only good thing about the day was that Jim and Jean had pork steaks and I got a bone.