We’ve had a fairly quiet morning – just a few distant firecracker pops. Kona and the kittens have been lounging around the house, decompressing from last night’s Fourth of July battleground explosions.
Last night, after he finally settled down in his bathroom bomb shelter with the fan humming and radio playing to drown out the outside noise, my husband and I ventured over to the elementary schoolyard across from our house, to get an unobstructed view of the fireworks show at the pier. Why humans like fireworks, I’ll never know.
I was amazed (and very annoyed) at the many mortars exploding all around us. There was 360 degrees of fireworks! High-tech pyrotechnics in the hands of everyday folks! Our neighbors and their friends seemed to make the most of lighting up the sky until well after midnight. Though the fireworks are pretty, it’s not worth the price beloved pets have to pay.
Kona did fairly well last night. He was definitely scared, panting and sticking very close to my side, he did seem calmer than on previous holidays. We gave me him one melatonin capsule every evening since the explosions started on Thursday, and it does seem to help with his anxiety. I’m not sure that it was actually the pill or just old age. Maybe he’s just getting used to this with every year that passes. We’ll have New Year’s Eve to try it out again.
Fourth of July had it’s bright spots, and we did enjoy it. It really is a special time of the year for this beach community, but we’re relieved (for ALL animals sake) that it’s finally over. In these parts, it is a week-long celebration!
Cheers to a peaceful Sunday!