Fireworks

As a kid I thought it was great fun to set off fireworks. When my daughter is old enough we’ll probably buy some small firecrackers for her to play with (supervised of course). For now I’d really rather just go downtown and watch the professional fireworks.

I still live in an area where fireworks are legal although legally they’re only supposed to be used on the 4th of July. The reality is that my neighborhood sounds like a war zone two weeks before the 4th and two weeks after. I don’t mind that they’re legal I just wish people would respect the fact that others need to work in the morning and not shell the house at midnight and two am for a month. At 6am Saturday morning, my boyfriend and I woke up to four very loud explosions – not horribly neighborly if you ask me.

If they would actually restrict their bombings to the fourth and maybe New Years, I wouldn’t have any issues with it. It’s not that big a deal for me to sedate the dogs two days a year and keep them in the house. I don’t want to ruin someone’s celebration, but until everyone follows the rules I’m forced to stay home every night lest my malamute starts pulling the siding off the house to try and get in (He’s never actually done that but he does run around the yard too scared to even drink water because he doesn’t want to turn his back on the kids setting off the fireworks.) My husky takes it well (she’s too stupid to be scared) – The malamute on the other hand has had an extremely bad experience in the past with kids actually lighting a whole package of “black cats” and lobbing it at him. Now every year my 120-pound dog shakes like a shell shocked Vietnam Vet at even the tiniest “pop” and he hates little boys.