Here is my pup.
Awwww, you say, she is so cute!
What doesn’t show up on photos is the yellow streak running down her back, her lily liver, or her chicken attitude.
The little girl is a coward.
Now firecracker season is upon us and I’ll spend the next several days trying to convince the pup that the Fireworks are Not Out to Get Her.
The pup won’t believe a word.
We’ll head out to fireworks tomorrow night. Without her. We’ve learned from the experience of the last several years.
We would weigh our options:
1) Take her along into the thick of the battle, where at least we can hold her and try to comfort her?
2) Leave her home alone, where she can hear the bangs and booms, but in a more muted form?
When she is home and hears the pop of a gun, a backfiring car or–heaven forbid–continuous fireworks set off by patriotic neighbors, she panics and tries to insert herself into the smallest hole in the deepest corner of the house.
If she could, she would stuff her paws in her ears.
We worried that someday we would return from fireworks to discover the dog with only her nose sticking out of a toilet paper tube.
So we would take her along.
This is what ensued:
Family: “Oh look, Doggie! Fireworks in the sky! Far away! Aren’t they pretty?
Family Dog: “Not again! We just went through this 7 dog years ago!”
Family: “You’re OK! See? We’re cuddling you tight!”
Family Dog: “If you really loved me you would throw yourself of top of those bombs.”
F: “It’s almost over! You can make it!”
FD: “Possibly…if that gopher over there will share his hole with me…”
F: “All done! Let’s go home!”
FD: “Could you check and make sure I still have all my extremities? Oh, and by the way. You’ll be hearing from my SPCA representative.”
We’re leaving her home this year, and working on a new business venture. Soundproof pet cages.
If you make that soundproofed cage–or perhaps soundproof doggie headphones–your ship will come in! (p.s. thundershirts really do help most dogs) 😉
Too funny! She must share some genetic link to my poor doggie. A single bark, then she crams herself into the smallest hiding space available, shivering like a chihuahua, until the festivities are blessedly over. It’s most unbecoming of a noble Sheltie. Our poor, poor, lily-livered furbabies! Have a super 4th, Anita!
Then there are the doggies that are a little too fearless for their own good:
Oh my. That is one way to scatter a crowd, with one’s head and tail held high. I am so impressed with how you shared only the pyromanic doggie portion of the video. A true tech wizard!
Reblogged this on The Tuesday Prude (aka Anita Klumpers) and commented:
This is from several years ago. My pup has joined Old Yeller and Jack the Brindle Bulldog from the Little House books and the queen’s Corgis in Dog Heaven. But we think of her every time we hear fireworks, and are pretty certain that Dog Heaven has no such beasts.
Salute to your bonnie little lass! ❤
Did this show up? There was a weird glitch and I took it down (along with my current commentary). And yet you could see it, but the commentary/update didn’t show. Honestly, WordPress. You confuse me.
I have cousins who would give their dog a tranquilizer every July 4! It worked for making a calm dog.