The cul-du-sac Fourth of July loudness really flips out our dogs.
It used to just be our 100 plus pound lab that would cower….or the rescue dog that was prior to Mr Mulligan. Doesn’t matter the age, the planets align and all of a sudden you have a spooked dog.
Four days ago, our backyard became adversive to the smartest dog we’ve ever raised….but only at night. Btw- she’s 4. Hopefully the noise will culminate tonight and we can get back to normal.
So here I am spending our evening on the Fourth, outside with treats…..so I’m not cleaning a mess up in our basement.
Poor little sweet girl. Add her to the list of those that hates fireworks.