I mentioned about Quiet Time rules in a previous post. But it obviously doesn't apply in the case of fireworks.
For the past three evenings we have been subjected to the racket of what are apparently professional firework displays, judging by the length and breadth of the cacophony. And the obligatory finale of ear-drum bursting loudness.
They start between 10pm and 11pm. How bloody ridiculous is that?
I spend an anxious time waiting for Rhiannon to wake up or the dog to get upset (they sleep together, so if one gets up, so does the other). Thankfully she hasn't been woken by them yet as her room is on the other side of the house.
As you may have deduced, I hate fireworks. Always have.
I loathe the outrageously loud bangs and - in my opinion - the massive and ridiculous waste of good money. Literally going up in smoke. And for what? A few oohs and ahhs? All that money could be spent on far more charitable (and quieter) causes.
Why do they have to be so loud? While I can fully appreciate the beauty and skill in creating explosives that turn into multicoloured flowers in the sky, I do not like the booms.
So far Kita doesn't seem to get too upset by them. We've yet to see how she reacts if they get more frequent and closer, which apparently we will have the "delight" of experiencing on New Year's Eve...
The only dogs I've ever met who actively enjoyed fireworks were a group of highly trained gun dogs. But they still had to be kept indoors so they didn't race off looking for game to retrieve.
I just want them all to go away. Forever. Bah humbug.