Growing up we adopted a dog from a rescue agency and man this dog had gotten the worst of it. He had permanent hip dysplasia, a crooked tail from it having been broken in multiple places and was quite possibly the most neurotic animal you could ever meet, but he was a sweet heart.
The Fourth was always the worst day of the year for him. I would remember gaming on my Dad's computer in the basement and he would come and hide under the desk I was at and I would pet him and give him treats while the fireworks were going off.
Growing up we adopted a dog from a rescue agency and man this dog had gotten the worst of it. He had permanent hip dysplasia, a crooked tail from it having been broken in multiple places and was quite possibly the most neurotic animal you could ever meet, but he was a sweet heart.
The Fourth was always the worst day of the year for him. I would remember gaming on my Dad's computer in the basement and he would come and hide under the desk I was at and I would pet him and give him treats while the fireworks were going off.