Relative Something

Yes, we have a dog. Her name is Delilah. This was my night last night:

Fireworks pop in the distance.

Delilah: BARK! BARK BARK BARK!! BARK! GRRRRR. BARK! BARK BARK!!

7:35 p.m. Firework reports.

Delilah: BARK! BARK BARK BARK!! BARK! GRRRRR. BARK! BARK BARK BARK!!

7:45 p.m. Fireworks.

Delilah: BARK! BARK BARK BARK!! BARK! BARK! BARK BARK!!

8:00 p.m. Fireworks.

Delilah: BARK! BARK BARK BARK!! BARK! GRRRRR. BARK! BARK BARK!! BARK BARK BARK BARK. Heavy panting.

8:23 – 9:15 p.m. Fireworks.

Delilah: Pretty much non-stop BARK! BARK!! BARK! BARK!! BARK! BARK BARK!! interspersed with some occasional panting and growling.

9:28 p.m. Fireworks.

Delilah, in her overnight crate with fabric draped over it: BARK! BARK BARK BARK!! BARK! BARK! BARK BARK!!

Meanwhile, our cat, Pequenita, never made the slightest sound.

I’m just sayin’.

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