The morning after

We conned Maggie last night into an early bed time.
Our logic was that if we were all tucked up in bed when the fireworks started, she may not become quite so distressed as we would be together in darkness.
Sometimes this works with thunder and she will stay tight to me as she shakes.
fearIt didn’t happen.
We were awoken by the sound of rain, which has continued through the night, and to be honest, I couldn’t be bothered to get out of my warm cosy bed with a contented Hubby and Maggie either side giving it buzz saw ZZzzzzs to find out what the time was.
dog bedzzssThere were no fireworks afterall last night.
If it was down to the weather, I bet they wished they’d had their display at 8pm.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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8 Responses to The morning after

  1. Ritu says:

    I bet you’re glad the fireworks didn’t happen!!

    • If they did, we missed them as they were so quiet, and Maggie didn’t stir at all until about 5 this morning, so they must’ve cancelled. On a serious note though, I hope it wasn’t because the birthday person had been taken ill.

  2. colinandray says:

    Mother Nature to the rescue! Stop those insensitive humans from frightening all the animals!

  3. I wondered about a postponement myself and maybe without notice.

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