At home, worrying about the dog. Poor Keavy was just freaked out. Unfortunately, we're a town that allows anyone to buy fireworks, so they were going off from 8 am to after midnight. I tried the beach but Keavy wanted to stay in the car. This is a dog who loves to chase birds. Seriously looses it when she sees them. She tries to get the birds sitting on the telephone wires (which is hysterical to watch) - and she wouldn't get out the car because of the fireworks. Why exactly we need to have fireworks at 1pm, I'm not sure. However, if you're male teenager, it must make perfect sense.
While watching the tv fireworks (without sound), the dog disappered. Following the sound of labored breathing, I found her huddled in the bathroom. A particularly bad sign, because she doesn't like bathrooms. To hang out in one by herself... yikes! I left her there. After about 20 minutes, the labored breathing stopped and I had fleeting thoughts of heartattacks and stroke. Luckily, she was just trying to white-knuckle through it.
I think next year will bring some "happy pills".
While watching the tv fireworks (without sound), the dog disappered. Following the sound of labored breathing, I found her huddled in the bathroom. A particularly bad sign, because she doesn't like bathrooms. To hang out in one by herself... yikes! I left her there. After about 20 minutes, the labored breathing stopped and I had fleeting thoughts of heartattacks and stroke. Luckily, she was just trying to white-knuckle through it.
I think next year will bring some "happy pills".
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