Yeah, it's like being in a war zone here in Los Angeles. I really hate this holiday. The need to set things on fire, add more smoke to the atmosphere at this particular moment in history, just seems like a harbinger of the devolution of our species.
Our dogs are feral in a very urban kind of way. They both have an attitude of, "Nah, gunfire and fireworks don't bother us, we're city dogs."
That bravado does not run too deep, however. I notice that they did follow us around a lot yesterday. And once when I went to pet the white one, he was trembling slightly. The blue one just stood on the edge of a ridge near our house, (on leash, of course, too many coyotes) and looked out at the mayhem he could see and hear, and barked at the horizon, occasionally looking back at me over his shoulder like, "How DARE they do that?! They have no right! Let me at 'em! I'll rip them to shreds!"
I know the feeling, little guy. I know the feeling.