As we sit here listening to a specific CD at a relatively high volume, Maggie is curled up behind my chair as tight into the corner as she can get.
There are fireworks going off all around us, and whilst I feel a little guilty at wishing it had continued to chuck down the rain and spoil everyone’s fun, I find myself thinking what a selfish race of beings we humans are.
In the distance I heard a dog howl when the first one went up. Maggie had just gone out for her first wee since we got back from shopping and bolted back indoors ‘un-gone’.
I got her outside a couple of minutes later for the deed, and Hubby had just taken the bag off her foot to keep it dry when another whopper went off as I closed the door.
Photos: mine taken at Stratford Upon Avon 2015.
Whoever is setting these things off are pretty close to us, and I just hope they don’t have more up their sleeve for tomorrow. I can see pretty stars, golden flashes and red flares in the night sky through the blinds, but why do the manufacturers have to make them so loud????
There are an awful lot of dogs on our little estate. I wonder how many of them have had to be sedated or given some form of tranquilizer available over the counter for them to get through it.
We tried one of these OTC remedies, and it knocked Maggie for six but not the way we had hoped. She was more of a nervous wreck than if we hadn’t given her any.
I was speaking to a lady earlier in the week who had decided to stay an extra week in her caravan because her house backs on to grounds where they have firework displays every year. Her little dog was only the size of my foot, and she didn’t want him to be frightened.
I think if she’s still here, the little chap will be terrified.
This CD is our Pure Moods, the one we played at night when Maggie was a puppy. I think I mentioned in an earlier post that I’d managed to purchase a three CD mini hi-fi system for £15. We’ve put in Il Divo and both Pure Moods CDs so they are on a continuous loop. Maggie is far from happy, and we’ve covered her head with a blanket as the whistlers have started and she’s begun to shake.
We can’t console her. This is the worst we’ve ever experienced with her, even the display up at Stratford-on-Avon for the boat festival didn’t go on for as long or was so continuously noisy. She’s tried hiding under the bed where it’s dark, and also taken herself into the bathroom to try to escape it. Barney used to hide in the bath behind the shower curtain.
Tomorrow we will be going out in the car in the evening just in case.
Oh how we miss the boat!
It’s been going on for well over an hour now and I wish they would get their grand finale out of the way and go indoors! Either that or it pelts down with rain and they all get bloody soaked!!!