Le Quatorze Juillet

Being a very perceptive wire fox terrier, I figured out what day today is when I heard Mom wake Dogdad with a full-throated version of the Marseillaise. Just Harry and I were a little offended because usually we wake them up with an even fuller-throated two-part series of our best barks (just to alert them either that the neightbor's car has pulled out of the driveway or, worse yet, that those yappy dogs across the street are out promenading -- in our cul de sac no less).

If the truth be told, my sensitive terrier ears were also offended at the slightly off-key rendition of what they were hearing. But to Dogdad's credit, he just muttered, "thank you, sweetie," and rolled back over. It was, after all, 6:00 am.

Too early, I guess for frites and saucissons to celebrate in good French style :(

But let not my idle kvetching take away from the celebration of le quatorze, or as we Americans call it, Bastille Day!!! After all, the fireworks were all the way on the other side of the ocean!! Just stay away from Mom or she may sing again!!!

Woofs, mes amis,

Jake