Oh, my dogs do, too.
I live in an area with closet rednecks all around, just waiting for an excuse to "pull ou' 'em M-80s I gots whilst doin' time in WA." Even my husband is one of them! While we were in Arkansas and Missouri a few years back, he bought himself a butt-load of fireworks that are illegal in OR. He actually put them into a box and shipped them back home, with a note on the outside that said, "FISHING LURES." Good grief. What a redneck.
My 3 big dogs are panting, whining, roaming about the house. I'm irritated with them and with the continuous obnoxious noises outside. I'm sleepy, but unable to sleep. Cracks, bangs, and pips...
Ugh.
I hate things that go pop.
Oh, but I love big booms, like dynamite and other bombs. Yeah, things that destroy. That'd be OK.
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2) A message from Fisher to your dogs "Es ok dogz, don b afrai f da fireworkz. Dey brin da fir-menz sometime an mah mom likez dat."
3) Glad you had a good 4th!
Heh, heh, heh...
If MIL's dog is bothered by fireworks, she hides it really well. I was with you when your beloved spouse set off some of his stash. Oh! Do you remember?
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