Last night: 4th of July at my house. . . :-(
Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2023 1:48 pm
Last night was beyond noisy and not fun at all.
The Major Booms started at about 6:00 p.m., with the noise constantly rising as each minute ticked by. By 8:00 p.m. Joe had clawed his way into my bedroom closet and somehow had climbed up on a precarious stack of boxes that are stored in there. He was panting so hard I was becoming very concerned.
By 9:00 p.m. the deep growling booms were coming every few seconds, a every few minutes one rattled my windows so much that I was sure someone must be in my back yard setting them off (with the smaller booms still continuing in between). I tried to console Joe, but he was shaking so much he was just too terrified to react to my efforts, so went to the kitchen to get a sedative for him (veterinary prescribed).
When I got back to the bedroom, I noticed that he had added a new variant to Terror Night: he had come out of the closet long enough to pee in my bed (Joe is a big dog, there was a lot of pee), then had squirmed back into a different part of the closet.
I eased him out of the closet, gave him the sedative, stripped my bed (thank goodness I have kept a 100% waterproof cover on my bed as a matter of course for many years, or my newish mattress would have been ruined), loaded my washing machine with my bedding. Before stripping the bed I had to physically remove him from the closet - he wasn't going to budge, and I didn't want him peeing in the closet nor on the bed again once I had got the bedding removed. (Joe is 100% reliable in the house-training department, and has been for years).
After getting him out of the closet, I put him in his crate (after removing his food dish and water dish, because he will thrash around when terrified, possibly injuring himself) and started my first load of bedding (out of two) in the washing machine.
By about 10:00 p.m. the sedative had started to take effect, just a little bit, but he was sitting in his crate and shaking and not really relaxed. At least he wasn't thrashing.
The hisses and BOOMS and whooshes and crackles and POPs! and snaps continued unabated.
By 11:30 p.m. the second load of bedding came out of the dryer, so I went to make my bed with the clean bedding. (Remember, the new city ordinance states that fireworks are supposed to stop by 11:00 p.m.)
By midnight, general fireworks noise had calmed only a little, with the really LOUD random BOOMS going on and on.
Joe, still crated, had finally calmed enough to lie down, but was still shaking and panting. When the louder BOOMS would come, he would jump to his feet, shaking and panting so hard I though he might vomit. Or might even die.
By 1:00 a.m. I have had it, I am totally and completely exhausted, the (now) random snap-crackle-POP! continuing, generally followed by another random BOOM!!.
I looked out the back door that leads into my back yard and didn't seen anything, although I think I could hear (I'm actually not sure now, I was pretty overwrought by this time) low talking and laughing from somewhere behind my back fence, maybe in the back neighbor's yard, or maybe beyond that.
I was only - just barely, it was a very near thing - able to stop myself from running out the door with fists clenched screaming/screeching obscenities at the top of my lungs.
By 1:30 a.m., still random booms happening, I left Joe crated (I didn't have the energy to strip the bed again and do the laundry thing again should Joe have another "accident") with the light on, and went to bed .
The last and final BOOM!!that I recall was at 2:30 a.m. There may have been more, but I was finally able to fall asleep.
I know and respect the traditions of our country in celebrating the 4th of July. But eight hours plus of trying to exist in what sounds like a war zone is WAY too much, and speaks of a profound disrespect for the law and also of a profound disrespect for the needs of one's fellow human beings (not to mention their pets), and thus of a profound disrespect to the traditions of law that were a cornerstone of the founding of our nation. I am of the STRONG opinion if people can't obey the law, or (at least) show the MINIMAL amount of courtesy and respect to one's fellow human beings, that ALL fireworks should be banned, with the possible exception of displays put on by licensed public entities at licensed public venues.
This was by far the VERY WORST 4th of July that I have EVER experienced in my 12 years of living here. Maybe this was due to the official end of the Pandemic - but maybe not. Maybe this is just the new normal.
I had thought of going somewhere in my van, maybe a drive out to the middle of an agricultural area somewhere, to wait it out, but decided that sitting in my van in 90 degree temps for seven or eight hours might do me in. I also thought of going somewhere to stay in a hotel or something, but the likelihood of finding a hotel out of reach of the sound of booms is pretty much slim to none here within a reasonable driving distance.
And. . . why should I be forced from my own home so that other people can enjoy their version of "fun"? It truly boggles the mind.
Anne
The Major Booms started at about 6:00 p.m., with the noise constantly rising as each minute ticked by. By 8:00 p.m. Joe had clawed his way into my bedroom closet and somehow had climbed up on a precarious stack of boxes that are stored in there. He was panting so hard I was becoming very concerned.
By 9:00 p.m. the deep growling booms were coming every few seconds, a every few minutes one rattled my windows so much that I was sure someone must be in my back yard setting them off (with the smaller booms still continuing in between). I tried to console Joe, but he was shaking so much he was just too terrified to react to my efforts, so went to the kitchen to get a sedative for him (veterinary prescribed).
When I got back to the bedroom, I noticed that he had added a new variant to Terror Night: he had come out of the closet long enough to pee in my bed (Joe is a big dog, there was a lot of pee), then had squirmed back into a different part of the closet.
I eased him out of the closet, gave him the sedative, stripped my bed (thank goodness I have kept a 100% waterproof cover on my bed as a matter of course for many years, or my newish mattress would have been ruined), loaded my washing machine with my bedding. Before stripping the bed I had to physically remove him from the closet - he wasn't going to budge, and I didn't want him peeing in the closet nor on the bed again once I had got the bedding removed. (Joe is 100% reliable in the house-training department, and has been for years).
After getting him out of the closet, I put him in his crate (after removing his food dish and water dish, because he will thrash around when terrified, possibly injuring himself) and started my first load of bedding (out of two) in the washing machine.
By about 10:00 p.m. the sedative had started to take effect, just a little bit, but he was sitting in his crate and shaking and not really relaxed. At least he wasn't thrashing.
The hisses and BOOMS and whooshes and crackles and POPs! and snaps continued unabated.
By 11:30 p.m. the second load of bedding came out of the dryer, so I went to make my bed with the clean bedding. (Remember, the new city ordinance states that fireworks are supposed to stop by 11:00 p.m.)
By midnight, general fireworks noise had calmed only a little, with the really LOUD random BOOMS going on and on.
Joe, still crated, had finally calmed enough to lie down, but was still shaking and panting. When the louder BOOMS would come, he would jump to his feet, shaking and panting so hard I though he might vomit. Or might even die.
By 1:00 a.m. I have had it, I am totally and completely exhausted, the (now) random snap-crackle-POP! continuing, generally followed by another random BOOM!!.
I looked out the back door that leads into my back yard and didn't seen anything, although I think I could hear (I'm actually not sure now, I was pretty overwrought by this time) low talking and laughing from somewhere behind my back fence, maybe in the back neighbor's yard, or maybe beyond that.
I was only - just barely, it was a very near thing - able to stop myself from running out the door with fists clenched screaming/screeching obscenities at the top of my lungs.
By 1:30 a.m., still random booms happening, I left Joe crated (I didn't have the energy to strip the bed again and do the laundry thing again should Joe have another "accident") with the light on, and went to bed .
The last and final BOOM!!that I recall was at 2:30 a.m. There may have been more, but I was finally able to fall asleep.
I know and respect the traditions of our country in celebrating the 4th of July. But eight hours plus of trying to exist in what sounds like a war zone is WAY too much, and speaks of a profound disrespect for the law and also of a profound disrespect for the needs of one's fellow human beings (not to mention their pets), and thus of a profound disrespect to the traditions of law that were a cornerstone of the founding of our nation. I am of the STRONG opinion if people can't obey the law, or (at least) show the MINIMAL amount of courtesy and respect to one's fellow human beings, that ALL fireworks should be banned, with the possible exception of displays put on by licensed public entities at licensed public venues.
This was by far the VERY WORST 4th of July that I have EVER experienced in my 12 years of living here. Maybe this was due to the official end of the Pandemic - but maybe not. Maybe this is just the new normal.
I had thought of going somewhere in my van, maybe a drive out to the middle of an agricultural area somewhere, to wait it out, but decided that sitting in my van in 90 degree temps for seven or eight hours might do me in. I also thought of going somewhere to stay in a hotel or something, but the likelihood of finding a hotel out of reach of the sound of booms is pretty much slim to none here within a reasonable driving distance.
And. . . why should I be forced from my own home so that other people can enjoy their version of "fun"? It truly boggles the mind.
Anne