Poor Harry hasn't had a Happy 4th. First I bought him a life vest hoping that it would help make him feel confident enough to swim in the pool. No luck ... he laid down on the patio and wouldn't move. Then I cut the grass instead of taking him on his evening walk. He had to settle for my son, who was late for a date, taking him on a short stroll ... and now the fireworks have started. He isn't handling it well. It's going to be a long night I think.