I hate fireworks. I’ll probably be able to enjoy them when I go completely deaf, but right now they are a pain in my patootie. I’ve been told that as a kid I loved to watch fireworks. Then I went to Disney World on Christmas as saw the fireworks show they have there. All other fireworks displays ever since have paled in comparison.
It’s the loud, sudden noise quality of fireworks which I hate. I’m just tooling along peacefully with my life and (usually when I’m bringing a cup of hot to my lips) then BOOM shakes the walls and the insides of my nerves. If I was small enough, I’d be under the couch with the cat. Here’s what I do to help deal with fireworks.
Wear Panty Liners and Old Clothes
I’m not being facetious here — I mean this bit of advice in dealing with fireworks. Around the first of July in America (and 20 October in England), I wear clothes I really wouldn’t mind getting destroyed should I happen to spill an entire beverage on them because of a sudden explosion. I also wear panty liners, because in extreme fear, you may pee. Even if you don’t pee, why take the chance?
Hang Out With My Dog
My dog knows how to deal with fireworks. She tends to sleep through them. This is not common for dogs, who are usually terrified of loud, sudden noises and flashes (especially if they’ve been through a really bad thunderstorm outside). My dog has always been easy going when it comes to new things, possible because I introduced her to a lot of new situations when she was a little puppy.
Guy Fawks Day (Bonfire Night), November 5th, happened when she was only a few months old and we were still living in England. England also has a loud fireworks display for the Fourth of July. They also set off fireworks every time the England football team wins a game. Come to think of it, they love explosions in England and will use any excuse to set them off.
Anyway, the night sky was bright and extraordinarily loud, as private citizens added their fireworks under cover of the public exhibitions in Bath. BANG! CRASH! WHALLOP! went on and on for what seemed like ages. The ground was shaking, the explosions seemed to bang against your spine and Pony was curled up on the bed snoring away through it all. I’d given her extra playtime in the daylight to knock her out.
To reward myself for being such a good dog trainer, I went over to my metal cake tin for a snack.
BANG! CRASH! WHALL0P!
"Tok" whispered the lid of the cake tin coming off. Pony immediately launched herself off of the bet and sat obediently at my feet, drooling.
Dogs can help you sort out your priorities and have a laugh.
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Write a Comment»My house is near a public square which oftenly used for celebration. Many times, when I already went to sleep I hear the firework noise from my room. That usually made me awake until the next 1-2 hours. But I must admit that I love the beauty of firework light.