The Tales of Lilly, illy, The Mud Life Dog
Frelling Fireworks
by Karen Lee Turner
Since we got Lilly we don't go out on Bonfire night. To be honest we couldn't be bothered before we got her either, but now we make sure we are in with her. Luckily Lilly is pretty good with fireworks, she probably stresses more in cars than she does with fireworks, but it's the ones that boom so loud that you think Concorde has restarted flying and has just gone supersonic over your house that give her a little bit of concern. After reading books when we got her we learned that we shouldn't make a fuss or even acknowledge there is an issue as you can pass the idea that there is something they should be concerned about on to your pet (it supposedly works on kids too), so when we are with her in the lounge if a particularly loud one goes off she may look up from her slumber, but then sees that we aren't bothered and goes back to sleep.
It's a slightly different matter if we are split up, me downstairs in the kitchen, Damian in the upstairs office. If she's in the lounge and banging starts she heads up the stairs and plonks herself smack bang between us at the top of the stairs. She isn't daft as that is the most sound insulated place in the house, which is directly under a radiator, and approximately half a second either way from her mum and dad. Safe and warm.
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