Well, I know I said four or five houses away. I lied. Last night, Mr. Boom Boom gave us all a taste of what's to come and he's only two house and a fence away. I got a front row seat on my patio. Let's just say, Bea and Bo didn't respond gracefully. I can only imagine what the actual 4th is going to be like.
Dr. Xanax...take US away.....!
Clearly my neighbor has been to the "illegal" fireworks shop....Ugh. Thunder doesn't begin to describe last night's pre-show......UGH.
Last night, I cranked up the TV and disagreed with the behavior as best as I could. It was me, Bo and the cat piled up on the couch and Bea pacing back and forth in front of the couch. Since Bea cannot get on or off the couch by herself, I'm going to try putting her up there with me, Bo and the cat tonight. (You KNOW there's gonna be more preshow with this guy...) I got some special toys - a "junk food" style bone that has peanut butter goo inside (they LOVE them). One thing I am concerned about is them confusing a reward for acting like a nut. Maybe in the realm of fireworks, those brain synapses aren't really firing in dogs... I don't know.
There's a Dog Whisperer episode where "Baby Girl" the Doberman suffers from terrible anxiety and while EVERYTHING scared this dog, the fireworks display at Disneyland each night (she lived nearby) was part of her terror. For that show they created a "virtual reality" trailer; put her on a treadmill and showed giant video screen of her "mom" speaking to her calmly while they popped balloons, etc. I can barely watch that episode because I feel so badly for the dog --- but in the end, the benefits were astounding. The change in the dog was incredible. Baby Girl was truly like a new dog. I just couldn't do it. Or subject my dogs to such a thing. For me, my guilt would be too incredible.