Éirinn go Brách, Savannah Style

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everybody! Well, while my ma and pa are at work and all our friends are downtown at the parade drinking green beer, I have to make do with a celebration for one. Don't I look festive?

The parade, which started as a Savannah tradition in 1824, began at 10 this morning, and I think I can still hear the bagpipes out here in Ardsley Park. City officials are expecting 400,000 people here for the celebration, which is officially the seventh oldest in America. (New York's is the oldest, having originated in 1762.)

Did you know that originally the color blue was associated with Saint Patrick? Over the years, though, green became the color of choice. Good thing, too, because I wouldn't like blue beer.

Let Freedom Ring!

Happy early Independence Day, everyone! This year, I get to go on what my ma and pa call an "adventure" for the long holiday weekend. We're hightailing it to North Carolina tomorrow to beat the heat.

However, the first Fourth of July I spent with both my ma and pa was right here in sunny Savannah, and it was a great day. First, we loaded up a chilled watermelon in my car:

And headed over to our friends' house for a good, old-fashioned cookout. There were corn dogs, onion rings, funnel cakes, Lone Star beers and pie.

There was also a bunch of gooey goodness that fell on the ground. I did my part to help clean up:

I also met a friend there, a dog by the name of Blue. We played and played and played.

I got tired and had to rest a spell (these plants provided a nice cushy respite).

Then, we watched some fireworks:

Happy Independence Day, everyone! Let freedom (and F-U-D) ring.