Enough Already!

Like the Christmas shopping season, which has blown out of Black Friday like a bottle rocket, the same can be said for holidays that involve fireworks.

It seems no one can wait until the actual holiday to shoot their fireworks illegally, or—even more illegally—fire their guns. 

It started in my neighborhood mid-week with one sonic boom after another. My dogs scattered like cockroaches.

Tommy ducked for cover in a closet; Jack typically gets the bathtub, but Deuce got there first, so Jack squeezed himself into a cabinet space where we keep the cable box. All dogs assumed crash positions except the Beagle. She used the moment of panic and distraction to rummage through the trash to find paper to shred.
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Every day is the same. The cacophony that began last night and continued in my neighborhood until around 2 a.m.,  I'm sure people are looking for their lost dogs this morning. That would be the pet owners who refuse to show mercy by allowing their pets into the house in thunderstorms or during fireworks.

When you consider dogs' keen senses of hearing and seeing, it's cruel to leave them out there. They climb over and dig under fences that normally contain them. They will do anything to escape this terror. There will also be dogs who blasted through hot wires and "unseen enclosures" (There's copyright on the synonyms for that pet containment system.)

It's a law I wish police officers could enforce, but when you consider our crime rate and the vacancies in our police force, chasing a punk holding a punk is a low priority.

So, I'll continue to administer pink Benadryl pills and keep cubbies open for them to hide until the fireworks' sacks are empty.