Outside, firecrackers started popping. I heard Ray give a brief 'AROO,' then pause, and then start in on a longer bout of determined yelling. I heard his feet hit the floor, and then heard him as he barreled down the stairs, harrumphing and grumbling at the noise that had wakened him.
I was in the mood to celebrate the new year so I clipped Ray's leash on his collar and we headed out back. The firecrackers were booming in earnest now.
I stood, grinning like an idiot while Ray welcomed in the New Year. His hound dog yell is much safer than firecrackers but every bit as noisy.
Amazingly, Gregg slept through it all.