‘Twas a wet foggy night

And still the fireworks popped, cracked, banged and whizzed.
Judging by a conversation Hubby heard in the supermarket yesterday, many people have too much money to burn, as a small box of 25 fireworks was priced at £75.
That’s more than half our monthly food bill.

This time last year, he was in Czech so it was just me and Maggie and I was dreading it.
Tonight, I took her out just before 5 for a wee in the hope that it would continue to persist with rain and all fireworks would be soggied out.
Fat chance.
Dripping back to the boat just fifteen minutes later there was an almighty crack behind me, and Maggie bolted. Luckily, she knows her way home, and when out, has sanctuary in three places: the car, the shower block, or the boat.

Hubby has put the boards up, drawn the curtains and blinds, and our blue LED lights are on in the galley so that nowhere is in complete darkness. Any flashes can’t get in, but it’s the noise that unnerves her, so she is snuggled in her blanket with my jumper round her, and hopefully she will settle, albeit shivering, but knowing we are here and she is safe.

I’ve read books, articles, and spoken to vets and other owners about what to do for our pets on firework night or in thunderstorms.
A dog from many years ago was terrified of thunder and wrecked my kitchen whilst I was at work. It was the year of unpredicted and frequent storms, and it was a miracle she didn’t electrocute herself as all the wires were exposed in the fridge freezer, the contents of which were all over the floor.
The vet was very understanding, giving the Ex and I tranquilizers for her, having to increase the dose each time, with the eventuality of dosing her ‘just in case’ as we were both working. Coming out of them, she was zombie-like and suffered terrible withdrawal symptoms, so we tried to manage without them. It was a very bad year for all of us.

For us humans, it can be frustrating trying to console an animal we love who doesn’t understand, shakes in fear and won’t be comforted. We hate to see them suffering and feel helpless because we cannot alleviate their anxiety. What has worked for us with Maggie in the past is not working today, though Hubby and I are still trying to act normally.
Some pets will find comfort by hiding in dark places (our previous dog would hide in the bath) or surrounding themselves with toys, as if protecting them from the terrors of the bangs disturbing their own peace of mind.
Others are not affected at all, which is wonderful, and I am a little envious of those owners.

We are likely to have fireworks going off for the next week or so, already having had three nights of them this week.
Oh how I wish someone would invent the Quiet Firework, the one that has all the glitzy sparkling stars and colours, but with a ‘shush’ instead of a ‘whoosh’.
They’d make a fortune.
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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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4 Responses to ‘Twas a wet foggy night

  1. Aw, poor Maggie! I have a cat who is frightened by loud noises, and it pains me to see him scared. I have friends with dogs that suffer from noise and/or separation anxiety issues, and they have had success with the use of the Thunder Shirt for dogs.

  2. The dog I grew up with was a ‘hide under the bed’ type when it came to fireworks. Choppy is the ‘attack the fireworks’ type. It is amusing for about ten seconds, until you realize she is actually going to pick up a firework and run around with it, shooting sparks everywhere, if you let her. There are some videos on YouTube that illustrate the concept (Choppy is not in any of them – she gets locked up now when there are fireworks).

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