I hope all of you enjoyed your New Year festivities. The humans at my pad did. Not so sure about the canine. Poor Schultz, our hundred pound German Shepherd, was a little discombobulated when the fireworks started. Usually, these things don't bother him. But this time they did. He went on full alert, barking at the noise. (He rarely ever barks in the house.)
"Schultz, chill," my husband said.
Schultz wouldn't chill. He kept barking. And let me tell you, a dog that size has a very loud bark!
"All right, dog," I said. "You're going outside."
We kicked him out. But that's not where he wanted to be. He took two steps, and turned around, begging to come inside. It was obvious he was scared of the fireworks.
We opened the door. He bolted inside and ran downstairs into his crate. Safe zone! And that's where he stayed until the fireworks finished.