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On the 4th of July one quirky canine has had enough of the dangerous fireworks display and now he\'s out for BLOOD.
A Dog and His Boy by David O\'Hanlon
Music by Ray Mattis
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Produced by Daniel Wilder
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Rocko eyed the bags suspiciously as his boy brought them through the living room. He recognized the starburst logo of Discount Demolitions Firework Emporium and shivered slightly. This was his third Fourth of July since the adoption and he\\u2019d already decided where he would be cowering for most of the evening. When the big artillery shells went off, he would make his way to Ryan\\u2019s closet where he could burrow into the safety of all the extra blankets. Rocko laid his head on his paws and snorted.
Stupid humans, Rocko thought. Just because you can\\u2019t bark, doesn\\u2019t mean you have to overcompensate with the big noise makers. We still love you even though you\\u2019re frail and feeble.
Rocko climbed down from the couch and stretched away his morning nap in preparation of the coming game of fetch. Ryan always played fetch with him when he came home from school. Rocko wasn\\u2019t sure why his human enjoyed throwing a ball or stick so many times, but if it brought him joy, then Rocko would gladly oblige the simple creature. There were more pressing issues to attend to first, however.
Rocko dragged his butt across the living room floor all the way to the point the carpet ended and the linoleum began. It was a simple act, but one that required great skill nonetheless. If he misjudged his distance, even slightly, he wouldn\\u2019t get the whole itch before he ran out of plush, comfortable shag. Rocko trotted into the kitchen and Ryan dropped to his knees and held his arms open.
\\u201cCome here, boy,\\u201d his human called.
Rocko jogged promptly to him and let the ten-year-old hug him and scratch him behind the ears and under his chin. Ryan asked him the usual questions, same as every day.
\\u201cWho\\u2019s a good dog? Did you miss me while I was gone? Are you ready to go play? Would you like a Milk Bone?\\u201d
Humans matured slower than dogs, so Rocko barked with increasing excitement to each question. And twice as much to make sure Ryan understood his willingness to accept a Milk Bone. There were few things as good as those delicious, bone-shaped morsels. Real bones were nice, but all the flavor was on the outside and Ryan\\u2019s mother sprayed him with a hose last time he attempted to acquire some from a squirrel that forgot its place in the food chain.
Ryan\\u2019s arm stretched up to the kitchen table and the bag of fireworks swung like a clock pendulum in his chubby little fist. Rocko\\u2019s head sagged at the sight. Ryan dumped out the contents.
\\u201cLook what we\\u2019ve got, boy.\\u201d Ryan waved his hand at the stockpile. \\u201cI know you don\\u2019t like the loud ones. I got us smoke balls, sparklers, and Roman candles so we can still have fireworks without it scaring you.\\u201d
The collie\\u2019s eyebrow raised slightly. Humans weren\\u2019t even polite enough to sniff each other\\u2019s butts, but his boy had been considerate enough to get dog-friendly ordinance for his yearly war on peace and quiet? Rocko buried his head into Ryan\\u2019s chest and nuzzled him softly.
I love my human. Rocko licked the boy\\u2019s mouth to a chorus of excited giggles. Especially when he doesn\\u2019t wash all the pizza off his face.

Rocko chewed a mouthful of grass under his favorite tree. Two games of fetch and six Milk Bones were playing hell on his stomach. The chocolate Ryan\\u2019s mom dropped while making brownies might not have helped matters, either. Rocko shallowed the weeds thoughtfully. He\\u2019d never seen Ryan eating those brownies. She kept her own personal stash and Rocko couldn\\u2019t blame her. They made him feel great\\u2026 and hungry.\\xa0
Why do humans eat things that make them want to eat more things? He pondered. Bacon doesn\\u2019t make you want to eat anything other than more bacon. Bacon seems much healthier.\\xa0
Rocko vomited precisely as he intended and then sprinted to Ryan\\u2019s side. His boy was striking the fire-maker next to a colorful ball. The fuse sparkled brilliantly and Ryan tossed it a few feet away. A plume of smoke rose from the orb with a soft hiss and a horrible stench.\\xa0
\\u201cToo bad you can\\u2019t see the color, Rocko,\\u201d Ryan said.
It\\u2019s blue, kid. Rocko wasn\\u2019t sure who decided dogs couldn\\u2019t see colors. He could see all three of them just fine.\\xa0
Ryan throw another of the smoke balls. It was brown. It was also anticlimactic. Rocko appreciated Ryan\\u2019s efforts to include him in the festivities, but felt a little bad for him. The other kids were already starting in with their screeching rockets and boom sticks. Rocko\\u2019s butt tucked in as he scurried closer to the boy and away from ungodly explosion on the other side of the fence.\\xa0
Heathens.\\xa0
Rocko would try to tolerate it a bit longer so Ryan could enjoy his other goodies. The boy lit a pair of sparklers and danced about merrily, twirling patterns into the dimming sky. Rocko watched the devices spit gouts of color changing flame and found himself impressed with the show. It seemed a useless invention, but it was making Ryan happy so Rocko thought it was great. Almost as great as cartoons.\\xa0
Rocko\\u2019s tail wagged excitedly. If Ryan had pizza at school, that meant it was Friday. Which meant tomorrow was Saturday and that meant it was cartoons and Lucky Charms day. It also meant he got to sleep on the bed all day. A sudden explosion brought him back to the present and he yelped, before curling into a ball at Ryan\\u2019s feet.
Ryan knelt next to him and stoked his ears. \\u201cIt\\u2019s starting to get loud now. I guess, that means it\\u2019s time for the big finale, Rocko. Let\\u2019s do some Roman candles and then we\\u2019ll go inside where it\\u2019s quiet and safe.\\u201d\\xa0
Rocko sprang up and danced in a happy circle. The sooner they went inside the sooner it would be tomorrow. Ryan lifted one of the long sticks and pointed it into the air. Rocko observed the rest of them in their cellophane packaging while Ryan tried to light the fuse. The collie cocked his head at the tiny, human words written down the side. He looked up at Ryan and then back at the warning.\\xa0
I\\u2019m pretty sure this says not to hold it, kid. Rocko barked to get his attention. Really, it says it right here in plain human. Rocko picked one of the tubes up and poked at Ryan\\u2019s leg.
\\u201cIt\\u2019s not for fetch, silly.\\u201d The boy laughed and struck the lighter again. The fuse sparkled to life.\\xa0
I\\u2019m not trying to play fetch. Rocko growled urgently. You\\u2019re not supposed to\\u2014.
The bang wasn\\u2019t that loud. It was muffled by Ryan\\u2019s closed fist.\\xa0
Rocko whined mournfully as his boy collapsed to the grass.\\xa0
Rocko sighed. Damn it.
Ryan\\u2019s mom came running outside to answer the child\\u2019s screams. The shattered carboard tube sputtered and smoked beside him. She scooped her son up and ran back to the house. Rocko started to follow when he remembered something that seemed important. He turned back to retrieve Ryan\\u2019s thumb and bolted after them with the dismembered digit clutched gingerly between his teeth. The backdoor smacked him in the nose and he toppled off the steps.
A series of explosions made him cower and he turned his eyes up to the fiery sky flowers blossoming overhead. He laid Ryan\\u2019s thumb gently on the steps and scampered to his tree. He was locked out. His boy was injured on his watch. He failed to keep Ryan safe and now he was trapped outside with the fireworks. It was a fitting punishment.
He looked at the finger with its scorched knuckle and whimpered.
Please be okay, boy. Rocko curled into a ball beneath the tree\\u2019s canopy. I don\\u2019t have thumbs and I do alright. I\\u2019ll teach you how to read human so it never happens again.\\xa0

It was well past dark and the fireworks were coming faster than Rocko could count. Even the squirrels, the mental half-wits that they were, knew to hide from the human thunder. Rocko took it upon himself to personally destroy the remaining weapons of mass destruction. They tasted horrible, but it was a small price to pay to protect his boy. Ryan only had one thumb left, after all.\\xa0
\\u201cHey, look-it,\\u201d a shrill, adolescent voice said through the knot hole in the fence. \\u201cIt\\u2019s that stupid dog with the girly hair.\\u201d
Rocko recognized the voice. Rocko hated Timmy Treadwell as much as he hated those damned Roman candle things.
It\\u2019s a mane, you simpleton. Like a lion, but better because I\\u2019m not a cat.\\xa0
\\u201cI saw that little wimp and his mom leave a while ago,\\u201d another boy said. \\u201cLet\\u2019s have some fun.\\u201d
If Timmy was outside, that meant Bud and Lenny were with him. After all, you can\\u2019t have a dick without two balls hanging about. The high school trio was a scourge to the kids in the neighborhood. They chased Ryan home on more than one occasion until Rocko managed to get over the fence. A warm fuzzy feeling hit the collie\\u2019s stomach as he fondly remembered Bud urinating on himself. They knew better than to mess with his boy after that.
\\u201cLet\\u2019s have some fun,\\u201d Timmy said.
Rocko heard the telltale hiss of a fuse lighting just before the whiz of the rocket-propelled firecracker shot overhead. His ears rang from the sharp explosion. Another one came streaking through the knot hole a second later. Rocko snaked around his tree as the teens laughed maniacally on the other side of the fence.\\xa0
\\u201cGo with something bigger,\\u201d Lenny cheered.
\\u201cThe big bad wolf is scared of a little pop-pop,\\u201d Timmy goaded.\\xa0
You know what, kid? You\\u2019re right. We should have a little fun. Rocko stretched out behind the wide trunk of the tree and steeled his nerves. I\\u2019ve had it up to here with you stupid, sniveling, hairless fuck knuckles and your thumb-wrecking firecrackers. Enough is enough.
The Rising Phoenix Freedom Rocket with red, white, and blue effects screamed through the hole with the ferocity its name im'