It isn't even the 5th of November but most of the local display were tonight. And didn't we know it, Orinoco went mental. Nothing we say or do will calm him over this period.
I love fireworks and am usually at the local display with the best of them, but as I need some one with me at these kind of events I didn't stand a chance of going this year, especially as some one has to stay at home with the animals to keep them calm. So this year it was me on dog duty, and it wasn't pleasant. Normally I enjoy every explosion and love the light it creates. This year it was filling me with dread as every explosion that ripped through the house sent Orinoco bananas. He is getting worse every year, no matter what we try, we have the hormone therapy, the darken curtains, soothing music. You name it we have tried it and this year we have pretty much thrown everything into de stressing the dog and preventing heart attacks all round
The evening ended not in my normal chill from the bitter cold and hearty soup to warm, but instead 3 paracetamol and a darken room for me and a long sleep for said dog. Not to mention two of our cats are so scared of fireworks that they disappear under the stairs and don't venture out till an hour after the final bang. But in all this chaos we have a weird one. Little Cheyenne sits and watch the display from mum bedroom it total awe. He is fascinated with the whole time, I honestly think that cat has his wiring crossed somewhere.
That said the evening ended with me having a migraine and the cats having a very late supper. I love Guy Fawkes Night, but I can reassure you most of our furry friends don't and for some of them are totally petrified.
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