And the Pops go on

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!!!

Aw shit. Another lot has just started to our left.

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! In November 2020, we lost our beloved 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. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. 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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19 Responses to And the Pops go on

  1. My heart breaks for all the dogs (and cats and other animals outside tonight). We can’t hear any from inside the boat with the telly on but thinking it had stopped I took my two out for a wee about 10 minutes ago. There was still a lot of distant fireworks but amazingly my dogs didn’t take any notice. I think it might be because we used to live near a firing range and they got used to the bangs eventually. Hope it all finishes soon for you xx

  2. stevetanham says:

    I’ve spent half the evening holding Tess, our collie. She is still shaking with fear and panting. It’s a cruel time of year for pets.

  3. scifihammy says:

    It’s high time all fireworks were banned. If you can’t buy them, you can’t torture animals!

  4. Is there a holiday there? We won’t have fireworks until New Year’s Eve and because it’s so doggone cold, there won’t be much.

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