When I was a kid, we had neighbors who had a black lab. Mean as hell. Not very bright, either. Every 4th of July, they'd lock him up in the garage, backyard, etc...most years he'd manage to get loose. The stupid dog had this thing about fireworks...he'd want to pick them up in his mouth. Of course he'd burn his mouth, then drop the thing and back up, yelping. Then he'd charge after another one. Some times he'd drop a firework that would go shooting off towards a car or people. Best was the ground bloom flowers, buzzing and bouncing around. Those drove him absolutely batshiat.