A brief, intense storm rolled through, and when that was over, fireworks started.  It was probably Independence, along with patriots in the neighborhood.

When Sparky gets like this, he loses all sense of personal space and is a little creepy.  While he is panting, he leers at me like he wants to go to a bachelor party.  When the winds started picking up, Sparky thought we should call Rusty, and hit some strip clubs.  With his ears slicked back, he thinks he’s Rico Suave.

Then there is a clap of thunder or a loud boomer, and his confidence leaves him.

That only lasts a second or two, then he goes back to being a creeper.