Frankly I hate the Fourth of July - not the idea or celebration or cookouts etc. It's the idiots in the 'hood shooting off (illegal) fireworks at all hours of the day and night for a week or more in either direction of the 4th that drives me nuts. It was nearly 2 a.m. before I dropped off last night. The last pop-pop-pop-pop I heard went off at 1.
We're having a wet 4th here. Between the thunderstorms and neighborhood firecrackers going off, our poor dog is freaked - literally trying to climb the living room wall or digging a hole (in the hardwood floor) in which to hide himself. He has a crate which works fine for simple rumbles of thunder but just try to get him in it when he hears "POP! POP! POP!" or the whistle of bottle rockets. As I type he's sitting at my feet under the computer desk with all its wires and cords under his rump. At almost 80 pounds he's too big to tuck under my arm and carry off to his crate. I've got him partially sedated now - he gets loopy on about a quarter dose.
I may skip the family picnic this year and stay home with Samson; I don't like leaving him alone for that long when he's this stressed.
Hoping for a quieter 5th (ha)....
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