Happy 4th of July from war-torn Vancouver, Washington. The neighborhood sounds like an enemy is invading from the sky. Here is my cranky, crabby blog post concerning how we celebrate our nation's birthday.
The main issue for me is a 12 year old German Shepherd dog who is sent into hysterics at the first sound of a firecracker. Said GSD is seen in the post below. Each year she seems to get a little bit worse. This year she added vomiting to her list of July 4th "festivities." We have tried several medications from the Vet, as well as Benadryl, hoping it would make her sleepy. Nothing works. Not even a little bit.
There are fireworks stands EVERYWHERE. I know very reputable and worthwhile organizations sell fireworks under the umbrella of fundraising. I myself know of cases where a family is receiving food stamps, and thinks nothing of plunking down $250 for fireworks. If you're wanting to support the organization selling the fireworks, why not just write them a check for $50.00? It's deductible and a whole lot quieter. Cranky, crabby and no damn fun.
I'm all for professionally produced fireworks shows, which happen for an hour, on the day they should happen, and in areas suitable for such presentations. See, I'm not a complete Grinch.
Thankfully Miss Jessie's "little" brother has no problem with noises in the sky. He will actually lounge on the grass and watch the colorful explosions, just like a human does. His nemesis is the house fly....and we'll save that for another time.
Hurry....HURRY fireworks....hurry and go away.