25 mg acepromazine at 7 pm and before bedtime. The dog gets the pills, but if she continues to wake me up for every firework between midnight and 3 am . . .
Long walk/run at 7 am instead of 7 pm.
For the before-sundown walk, leaving the house like the outside world was filled with rabid polar bears (slowly, if at all).
Leaving the TV on 24 hours a day to Univision and Galavision for noise that doesn’t require my attention. This part isn’t so bad, since Mexican television has the best looking women in the world on every show.
And on the night of the 4th, either knocking her down with drugs or sitting on the deck watching fireworks with 50 pounds of husky crawling in my lap.
My puppers gets the ace, too. Once he’s stressed at all he won’t take any, so I have to remember to give him some before it gets dark. He doens’t keep me up, though, he’s just hides in the closet, shakes, and drools.
One of my two Aussies, Chance, gets very upset at fireworks and thunderboomers. Neilli just sits real close and tries to look nonchalant.
I found out completely by accident that Chance calms waaaay down if I put his leash on. I don’t have to hold it or do anything else.
Fortunately even Chance is not so terrified that I have to medicate him. Poor puppers who are scared sick. I knew a woman in aussie rescue who had a dog to place that was only going to the Pacific Northwest because of his reaction to boomers. I had another friend who called Valium “Vitamin V” and had to heavily sedate all his dogs come July 4th.
This will be Tino’s 3rd 4th of July with me, and he has been fine with the other two. It’s our first with Willow, though, and since she hates loud noises, I am guessing we will be in for a treat. I never thought about drugs, though. Hmmm. Maybe we should have some on hold–for us, I mean. Then we won’t care how stressed she’ll get!
I’ll probably take the girls to work with me. We aren’t anywhere near a public fireworks display, but we live a neighborhood full of kids, so there are lots of little fireworks that make Claudia the Vunderhund antsy. Dr.J probably doesn’t want to spend his one day off this week with her under his feet and up his butt constantly.
So I guess our plan will be dinner and a car ride, followed by hanging out in a run and ignoring their toys.
There’s been fireworks going off for the past two weeks around here. On the big display day (Sat. here), I’ll put the one dog that hates them in the basement. Luckily only one of our three dogs really hates the fireworks, the other two aren’t bothered by them.
My pooch shakes like an addict around fireworks. He doesn’t like the little ones, but the big ones send him over the edge. That pisses me right off.
We’ve got a pyrotech guy around the corner from us who’s always making with the big booms. (i’ve gotta wonder, who has the time for this kinda thing) So I’ve fixed his wagon but good. The ATF should be making a suprise visit to his humble abode any day now.
