The Spark is Gone in My 4th of July
Another 4th of July has come and gone, and for the first time I can remember, I made zero effort to go outside and check out the fireworks lighting up the night sky. In fact, I couldn’t wait for the sun to come up on July 5th.
I really don’t mean to sound like an unpatriotic jerk, but when you have a couple of dogs that are terrified at the constant POP POP POP of fireworks days BEFORE and days AFTER (damn those 75% off post-holiday fireworks sales) the 4th, it’s easy to just want the whole friggin’ thing to be over with.
Pom Pom has been with us for five years and has always had a strong reaction to fireworks, so we’re used to keeping the sound on our TV full blast every night during the month of July. The real crap part is trying to take her outside to pee–it’s like dragging her out in the middle of a battlefield during war. And when your dog is pushing 12 years old, seeing her wide-eyed, shaking and panting all night is pretty horrible.
Really sucks to dread a holiday I used to love, but I suppose the days of watching fireworks on the roof of the house with my brother are over.
Maybe next year I’ll watch the Macy’s 4th of July Spectacular on TV with the mute button on.