All we needed was apple pie

We decided to celebrate the Fourth of July by taking part in some American traditions: We went to a baseball game where we ate hot dogs and watched fireworks. All we needed to make it complete was some apple pie (maybe we'll just pretend the funnel cake we ate had apples on it).

When I was picking out Biscuit's clothes for the evening, I asked Jeff if Biscuit should be patriotic or show some team spirit toward the Greensboro Grasshoppers. We opted for team spirit. And except for the pacifier that he's suddenly latched back on to, I'd say he's looking pretty cute.

Biscuit was so good during the whole game. He watched all the people around us and especially loved the mascot.

We had really good seats. A couple of our friends have season tickets, and they weren't going to use them. We were right behind home plate.

The guy who owns the Hoppers has two black labs that he brings to the games. One of the dogs, named Babe Ruth, runs out and fetches the bats after the Hoppers players hit.

The other dog, Yogi Berra, is a little younger and not quite as trained as Babe Ruth. He was supposed to fetch a ball as part of a game between innings, but he wasn't interested at all. They finally just had to pick a winner.

But it didn't matter whether the dogs got it right or not, our Biscuit baby loves him some dogs. He would stand up on our laps and yell, "DOG! DOG! DOG! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!"

The only problem we had during the game was that as Biscuit was sitting in our laps, his feet were at the perfect height to put his feet on the guys in front of us. That was bad enough, but then we realized that the guys in front of us were pitchers for the opposing team. So not only were they periodically getting poked with little toes, but it was by a kid wearing the other team's logo on his shirt.

I was a little nervous about how Biscuit would respond to the fireworks, so right before they started, I told him there were going to be loud booms. He said, "Boom, mama." And I said, "Yes. Boom."

I cupped my hands over his ears just in case it was too loud for him, but as soon as they started lighting up the sky, Biscuit starting doing the Spoon Dance. He was shimmying back and forth just like he does when he tastes something he likes. A couple of times, he pulled my hands away from his ears, then the fireworks would make a loud boom, and he'd put my hands back.

It was going on 11 p.m. by the time we got to the car, but Biscuit was still awake. He's a nosy little thing and wanted to make sure he didn't miss anything. By the time we got home, he was fast asleep. He tried to open his eyes while I changed him into his pajamas, but his eyes just kept fluttering shut. And as soon as he hit the sheets, he was out.