By Trent Cooney
The 4th of July is one of my favorite holidays. Whether it’s the swelling of patriotism, the barbecues, the great weather, or the beach days with friends, there’s plenty to love. But while the trappings of America’s birthday are beloved by just about everyone, it’s a different story with my dog, Skipper. The thing he doesn’t seem like about the 4th? The fireworks I set off inside my apartment.
It’s a bummer to see my little buddy so unnerved by my favorite summer tradition—lighting small-grade explosives in my studio apartment 10 feet from his kennel—but I guess I can’t really blame him. With that hearing of his, the whistle and crack of those bottle rockets must be even louder for him than it is for me!
Skipper’s always been that way—for as long as I’ve known him, at least. I adopted little Skip from a rescue shelter when he was about 3 or 4 years old. I remember that first 4th of July, peering through the smoke that was rapidly filling my old apartment to see Skipper in the corner shaking and baring his teeth.
“Just like a dog to be scared of fireworks!” I thought.
But maybe there was something more. Maybe Skipper’s old owners lit Roman candles while they hit him or something. I’d never think of doing something like that to my furry little friend while I set off firecrackers in our kitchen’s garbage can. People who hit dogs disgust me.
Anyway, even though it bothers Skipper when I celebrate America by blowing up M80s beneath my couch, I’m gonna keep the tradition going this year and beyond. The only way he’ll get more comfortable with it is if he’s exposed to it more often, right? Maybe I should light some fireworks inside my place more often!
Happy 4th of July, and stay safe.
Dan Delagrange practices good firework safety when setting them off indoors.
Photo by genpink on flickr