LOL! It’s only 8:30 — just dusk — and already the neighbors are having fireworks frenzies.
Staggered out for a dip in the pool. (the water is SOOOO warm it’s actually hot!). Followed by Ruby the Corgi, who of course has to stand guard over the human’s bizarre shenanigans. (Read: Arf arf arf arf arf arf arf….) This evening the doggy serenade is accompanied by the staccato racket of neighbors’ bang-bangs from all directions.
Most of the great public fireworks displays here in the city have been foresworn by reason of the plague. Apparently none of the usual suspects are presenting the usual elaborate fireworks shows.
Tha’ss OKAY, though: the locals are making up for it. What marvelous frenzies of banging, booming, snapping, and bopping! Dunno how long this will go on — it’s only 8:40 now — but it’s hard to believe most people bought up enough bang-bangs to hold forth longer than about a half-hour. No doubt the racket will settle down in another 45 minutes or so.
Interestingly, Ruby is unfazed.
I’ve had dogs that were flat-out terrorized by the racket from fireworks. This evening, Ruby was far more concerned with the human’s habit of bizarrely dropping into a puddle of chlorinated water. She seemed not to notice the bang-bangs at all. And now that the human has climbed out of the drink, dried off, and taken up its position loafing on the bed, she seems utterly unconcerned with banging and the whanging going on around us.
Dogs. Quite possibly even stranger than humans.