So here we are on this glorious day; the 5th of July. The holiday that all dogs dread has come and gone and we are thankful. We survived.
Mazzy the wolfy and Buttercup the chi-terrier were the heroes of the evening, helping old-man Harpo and floppy-eared Ruby stay calm during the worst of the fireworks. It was not as bad as most years though. I guess there is something to be said for the shitty economy on this one. Even the pro rodeo wasn't as bad as it has been in years past. Although from what understand, the rodeo gods have deemed it necessary to have their big finale' on Friday night. Lovely. Part two of the fireworks.
This year Harpo decided that is was safest in the bathroom, behind the door. Probably because his hips are too painful to be darting under the bed like he usually does. So we took a nice comfy blanket and made him a cushy safe-spot he could go to whenever he wanted. By 10 o'clock he was all camped in for what ended up to be only a couple of hours compared to past years 4 or 5 hour sessions of pointless booming from the neighbors.
Ruby has her crate that she is very fond of. It has her blankie and her toys that she hides in there. She also seemed to gain comfort from laying her entire body across my lap, arms, and any other part of my body that she could touch at the same time. At one point she tried to snuggle her 50 some odd pound body under my t-shirt for safety.
Buttercup mostly spent the evening following Mazzy as she went from Harpo to Ruby and back again, checking on them during the worst of it. She's not the Alpha dog just for her looks ya know. She has her duties and she does not take them lightly.
The man? Well, he walked down the street to a neighbors party with his now-famous chicken/cream cheese dip and a six-pack. I stayed home to rest and be the snuggler and safety zone for the dogs. I don't think I missed out on anything crucial.
Well, I hope everyone else had a great holiday and hopefully you are continuing it safely. We will be here hanging out in the yard chillaxin. Thinking about going fishing. Who knows? It's just a nice day.
Mazzy the wolfy and Buttercup the chi-terrier were the heroes of the evening, helping old-man Harpo and floppy-eared Ruby stay calm during the worst of the fireworks. It was not as bad as most years though. I guess there is something to be said for the shitty economy on this one. Even the pro rodeo wasn't as bad as it has been in years past. Although from what understand, the rodeo gods have deemed it necessary to have their big finale' on Friday night. Lovely. Part two of the fireworks.
This year Harpo decided that is was safest in the bathroom, behind the door. Probably because his hips are too painful to be darting under the bed like he usually does. So we took a nice comfy blanket and made him a cushy safe-spot he could go to whenever he wanted. By 10 o'clock he was all camped in for what ended up to be only a couple of hours compared to past years 4 or 5 hour sessions of pointless booming from the neighbors.
Ruby has her crate that she is very fond of. It has her blankie and her toys that she hides in there. She also seemed to gain comfort from laying her entire body across my lap, arms, and any other part of my body that she could touch at the same time. At one point she tried to snuggle her 50 some odd pound body under my t-shirt for safety.
Buttercup mostly spent the evening following Mazzy as she went from Harpo to Ruby and back again, checking on them during the worst of it. She's not the Alpha dog just for her looks ya know. She has her duties and she does not take them lightly.
The man? Well, he walked down the street to a neighbors party with his now-famous chicken/cream cheese dip and a six-pack. I stayed home to rest and be the snuggler and safety zone for the dogs. I don't think I missed out on anything crucial.
