Yesterday was a huge holiday in the US. It sounded like a war zone. I want to say it started at dusk but it started earlier than that. Days earlier.
We are a very dog friendly neighborhood. Almost everyone has at least one (except us – the cats have high standards and strict rules).
Poor pups. Last night I heard howling and whining that I never hear. It was the fireworks.
Our immediate neighborhood was a fireworks-free zone but noise travels. We can hear not only the professional fireworks sponsored by the police about a mile away but also all the crazy people setting off firecrackers in their yard. We will see the reports of lost digits and dogs shortly.
I have cats. One is totally unperturbed by loud noises. The other two retreat to their safe place. I can only imagine how scary it is for wild animals. It must be like the end of the world.
Fortunately the weather turned misty and put a damper (literally) on the activities.
One of my friends lives next door to a guy who sets off a canon. Many times. No bursts of pretty colors, just noise. Loud noise. Seriously? What’s the point?
I’m not sure what it is about noise. I want to say it’s a guy thing but I’m not sure.
If I want to see fireworks, I’ll go to the stadium for the professional version. I’m not much for flying digits.
We watched the large-scale celebrations on TV which isn’t all that great. It’s hard to capture the colors technically. I was also disappointed in the music. (I am turning into my mother.) I missed the lively tunes of the 60s-70s-80s.
Hope you had a wonderful holiday and that you have all your digits (and dogs).