Here in Arizona, as soon as the Christmas tree tents disappear, fireworks tents pop up in their place. Egads, how I loathe the fireworks-for-sale tents. Sinister looking with would be pyromaniacs slinking inside to load hoards of fireworks into their shopping carts for tonight’s end of the year celebrations—or is it ringing in the new year? Whatever you want to call it, I am not a fan. Of the fireworks, that is.
You see, I have horses. And dogs. Horses and dogs do not like fireworks. Even though we are sort of in the boonies, which, by the way, is a fairly populated horse area, we are surrounded by communities doing their huge fireworks displays which give the feeling we are being attacked! But it’s the at-home style fireworks that really rile up my ponies. Neighbors launching “Explosion of Youth” or even worse “Jealous Neighbor” (this has a 5-star rating for noise level) sends them into a primal panic.
My method of calming them–usually unsuccessfully–is to give them something to do. I play classical music for them and they get an extra bowl of hay pellets once the hullabaloo begins. This past 4th of July celebrations (yes, we go through this twice a year) were fairly calm–until a neighbor set off some very loud fizzling, sizzling, whistling do-dads. Buddy and Excalibur shot out of their stalls and raced about the arena as if their lives depended on it.
Meanwhile, inside the house were my trembling, panting little dogs. No amount of soothing would calm them down. Even additional treats wouldn’t help. The only way to keep them from severe panic was to turn up the volume on the tv. Tomorrow they won’t even remember, thankfully.
Alas, I am looking forward to a quiet New Year’s Day.
Happy New Year!!