For the first time in years, my husband and I planned to watch fireworks together. Our schedules worked out that we both had the day off.
We drove up to lake about an hour and a half early to find a spot. We found one near the shore. Across the street from us were other people waiting. To pass the time, they were lighting off fireworks. Normally it isn't a big deal, but they were lighting them close to other people. When it started getting darker, beer made an appearance. This time they were lighting fireworks about a foot away from vehicles. Not too smart. I'm just glad we were across the street and not next to them.
The fireworks promptly started at 10 pm. To see them, we had to exit the car and walk down the road some. The display was nice, but I thought that they would be higher in the air. The show lasted about 20 minutes. When the grand finale was over, we walked back to the car and drove home.
When we opened the backdoor, both dogs greeted us. When walking around the corner of the kitchen, we saw that our female dog Kelly, opened the oven dog and removed both racks. My husband closed the oven door and looked around the house to see what else Kelly may have done. Besides a piece of furniture being knocked over, he didn't see anything. As he was picking that up, I looked over at our bathroom door. Kelly clawed the door and took chucks out of it. She really wanted inside. Besides clawing the door, she scratched and punctured the door handle with her teeth.
Before leaving to watch the fireworks, we closed all of the windows and turned on a radio. We thought that would help drown out the sound of fireworks set off around the house. We were wrong. Seems like every year her fear of fireworks gets worse. Beside putting on a Thundershirt, closing the windows and turning on a radio, we will have to give her pills to chill her out. Last year, neighbors lit fireworks until September. I guess we will have to buy a big bottle to keep her calm.

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