I really feel bad for my oldest dog. She had a rough night and so did I. The dang neighbors were putting of the loudest aerial fireworks that I have ever heard that were not put on by public organizations. These neighbors must have spent a fortune on them. What I don’t understand is why they waited until after 22:00 to start putting them off and didn’t stop until around midnight. I guess it took them that long to get drunk enough to do so. OK, I shouldn’t say things I can’t prove, but since the dogs and I get up fairly early and that my oldest one is deathly afraid of things that go “bang or boom”, we had a rough night and I got up this morning in a bad mood. I even thought about firing up the RV and moving it down next to their place about 05:00 this morning and test my duel air horns. Gee, they may take a lot of testing. No, wouldn’t do that for two reasons; first, it would disturb the other neighbors and second, it would not be a nice thing to do. OK, I got that out of my system, and now I feel much better, thank you. Of course, it will probably happen all over again tonight or until their money runs out.
Don’t get me wrong, I love fire-works and I should have got dressed and gone outside and watched the display. I just get upset when something makes my oldest dog start shaking so bad and that I was powerless to stop it or comfort her. Back years ago, I had a Boxer that was the same way and during my first year in college I got a phone call that she died during a thunderstorm. I guess her old heart just couldn’t take it anymore. That is what really worries me about my Ginger Muffin, especially now that she is getting older. OK, forgive me for ranting and raving, I guess I really am getting to be a crotchety old man. You all have great day now and go and enjoy the fire-works tonight, you hear?