My dog, Jessy, is having the terrors. Now we don’t have much by way of fireworks in Ireland but I expect that only makes things worse since the dogs can’t get used to the flash and bang. Still I expect if I was still living in the UK I’d have a very different view.
When this all started three weeks ago I looked up on the WWW if I should get her some sort of drug to blunt some of the worst aspects. So I took a questionnaire on how she reacts to fireworks and loud noise in general. Well it turns out she’s #1 on the scale where #10 is near death. I was both proud and disgusted. She certainly doesn’t need drugs, only a few slight changes mostly centered on where she can hide. To that end I’ve hung towels down from the dining table. This creates a darkened space under it where she runs when she hears them
Last year I forgot that I needed her inside once the schools released and she took to her heels and didn’t return to the house for hours while we were out on our late walk. This year I’ve kept her in after 3:30pm and she’s definitely a far happier little brat. And so far her only real change in attitude is her decision that either I’m sick or she is. Since she’s decided her new place is on my bed. This is a state I don’t want her getting used to. I don’t mind her on the bed when she needs comfort contact but not otherwise.
A few years ago when I got her first I wondered if there was something wrong with her. You see she has no lick. She simply doesn’t lick. Hmm, well that’s noooot quite the case. She will lick herself dry. And if she is sitting on me while she’s doing this she will lick her leg, then across my jeans and up her other leg as one doing. But that is functional. What she doesn’t do is that slather of licking other dogs do as a welcome. No, what Jess does is give one tiny tip of the nose touch with her tongue. So what I get every morning on awakening since the start of the firework is this delighted face looking at me with her tail going 90 mph.