Dear Diary, Nov 5th

As a kid, we used to have a small bonfire and fireworks in the back garden, the youngsters merrily writing their name in the air with silvery sparklers as catherine wheels, rockets and spinners went off at sensible intervals.
The noise was nothing like it is now and Dad would never buy bangers anyway, but when you’re nine and stuffing your face with hot dogs or burgers, you tend not to worry about nervous pets, such is the pleasure of all the pretty colours as you ooh and aah into the night sky.

I remember the ads on TV leading up to firework night about keeping your pets safely indoors, having a tin for your fireworks, taking one out at a time, one person being in charge, and never going back to a firework once it was lit if it didn’t seem to working.
We had family get togethers over burnt sausages and buns, my ex SIL almost being set alight herself when a stray spark landed in her hair which was thick with lacquer.
Luckily someone was able to remove it immediately on contact rather than throw water over her, which could have put the dampers on the entire evening. I promise I wouldn’t have laughed (much).

I walked Maggie round the Avenue at 4.30, then Hubby walked her again an hour later.
The locals started their celebrations around 6, and apart from a couple of lulls of about ten minutes, it has been going non stop.
For the most part, Maggie has been curled up on her cushion fast asleep.
That all changed when a loud BANG went off about an hour ago which frightened us all to death and was in very close proximity to our estate.
I am now in the bedroom with the lights down and Maggie is beside me, not too happy, but at least she’s not the nervous wreck she was last year. She has brought Baby to bed with her, and is protecting her with her body as she snuggles closer to me. We will have to take her out for her final wee later, but for now, we’ll keep her as calm as we can and hopefully she’ll have another doze.
Photo: May 2015 on the boat

They say that when a dog awakens from a nap, however short/long, it’s a new day to them. That makes a lot of sense to me, which is why we never carry over reprimands if she’d been ‘naughty’ after she’s slept. She’s always been a good dog, but obviously there have been times when she has done her own thing rather than what we’d prefer, though saying that she has never been destructive or dirty indoors.  However, if it’s noisy when she falls asleep and she awakens and there’s still noise, it’s no wonder she becomes agitated, confused and frightened.


It is now 10 pm and we have just got back from our final walk having heard nothing for about half an hour before we went out. We were praying there would be no more pops which would put her off, but bless her, she did both businesses. The air was quite thick and hazy, but we got home without incident and she has curled up again with both babies this time, and is giving it Zzzzs.

Photo: dozing in the sun on the boat April 2015

I have to be honest, it was not as bad this time round, and maybe her reduced hearing has helped. As to whether there will be any more fireworks going off this week is anyone’s guess.
I hope not.


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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2 Responses to Dear Diary, Nov 5th

  1. Poor thing. My cats go under the bed and seem to do OK there. Some of the neighborhood dogs howl. I always feels badly for them. They think it’s the apocalypse!

    • It;s good they can find somewhere they feel safe. Barney used to hide behind the shower curtain in the bath!
      Maggie has been OK this time apart from that one loud bang tonight. She’s snoring contentedly at the minute!

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