Last night, while others were out enjoying fireworks and merriment of our country’s independence, I spent it holding my dogs “paw” while he struggled through over two hours of explosions. In hindsight, I should have requested drugs from the vet well before that night. Not everyone in our surrounding area shoots off fireworks. You never know how many illegal fireworks have purchased in other states for this occasion. Will the new renters next door be wild and crazy? Will the gun fanatics across the street from them be firing off other things? Not much I could do except hang tight with the boy. So what did I do? To overcome some of the smaller noises I popped in a good movie with dramatic music (The Mummy Returns), cranked the stereo and sat on the floor of the bedroom, the fan on high and Moby shut in with me. He discovered comfort by curling up in the bottom of Dave’s closet. When we had to venture out of the bedroom around 11pm, he went and hid in the shower. Pretty amazing since he totally hates the shower! But we made it. Hopefully folks have gotten it out of their system until New Years.
80# of frightened dog. Oh Moby, you still surprise me daily!
On the 5th of July, birthday of my uncle Hal (happy 81 to you!), I spent it burning sections of paper. Things have been moving slowly forward again with the commission. This part takes time and patience to avoid hand cramps.
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The burning rivers and the exploding skies–nice post. The commission piece looks successful so far–how scary to go at it with fire!
I think it’s the potter inside of me. I must have fire in some form, even when I’m not working in ceramics. 🙂
aw poor Moby 😦
Yes, and he continues to be tormented nightly. We hope Sunday will be the end of it!
aaawww
Bless his little heart! Trix used to get that way with fireworks & thunder. Dare I say it, she seems to be getting better with it. Hugs & kisses to Moby!
As our other dogs aged, and hearing decreased, the holidays became more enjoyable! We’ve got a long ways to go before we hit that point with Moby.
Glad Trix is doing well and enjoying her new house. I loved your recent photos. 🙂
Funny that he choses a place he hates for hiding. Our old dog went into the bathtub too…must be a good sound muffler.
Must be! I’m glad he didn’t freak out as much last night… they are still going off in our area….