Explosions this time of year = freedom. Dogs hate freedom.

Yeah, what do dogs and war veterans have against freedom bangs?

I count the days (and eventually hours) every year until certain asshole neighbors run out of
fireworks and/or alcohol, all the while fantasizing about them blowing off a limb and/or burning their own house down. Might as well; it's not like I can SLEEP.

Last year, it went until after 1 am for 3 days prior to the 4th and until after 3am on the 4th/5th. And I'm talking the big stuff...illegal as hell and loud as bombs. Yes, I called the cops, more than once, directing them to the guilty street. No, it didn't do any good (sort of hard to enforce when all activity ceases at the approach of the patrol car...and like the police have the manpower to set up a stake-out on a night when drunks armed with explosives and automobiles roam the city).

We'll probably go downtown again this year and stay away from home as late as possible (don't get me wrong, I love a good fireworks show; just one put on by professionals and with a time limit, not by drunks all night a block from my bedroom window).

I don't currently have a dog (had one for years who freaked at fireworks, literally tearing up the house and shaking uncontrollably in terror) but I DO have a rabbit who is NOT a fan of loud noises. sigh.

Happy fucking 4th.