Wednesday, July 05, 2006
It's World War 3 Outside
So here it is the Fourth of July, the most annoying holiday on the whole fucking calendar. It’s my bedtime because I have to get up early for work tomorrow, but it still sounds like World War 3 outside. Yes my city allows fireworks. For a week every grocery store had a fireworks stand outside selling colorful but irritating noismakers. Some even had two competing stands in their lots. I don’t believe for a second that anyone in my neighborhood is some huge I-love-my-country patriot. They just like to make noise. A lot of it. Any excuse to be loud and obnoxious is okay with them.
The only beings who hate the Fourth of July more than me are my dogs. The poor things. Chihuahuas are already high strung creatures as it is. Add inexplicable, non-stop loud noises to the mix and you have a pair of freaked out canines who think the world is ending. As I write this one is huddled in my lap and the other is cowering under my chair.
Earlier in the evening I had opened the front door to let them go out for a bit. They usually love checking out what new doggy odors are by the little trees out front. Not this time. I stepped out into the front porch and watched a few of the fireworks blowing up around me. Not only did the dogs not come outside with me, they retreated further into the house, staring at me as if to say, “What the hell are you doing?? Get back in here, do you want to die???” The way they were acting, I briefly felt like I was in a horror movie and I was the stupid one who goes out to see if the monster/murderer/alien is gone yet.
Today was going to be the day that I kick the dogs out of the bedrooms at night. I’ve been a huge pushover for too long and my allergies are suffering for it. No more dogs on the bed. But the timing really sucks because kicking them out of their “safety zone” on the one night of the year when the world around them sounds like a warzone is just a bit too inhumane. They might just become even more neurotic than they already are. I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow. I’m just afraid that “maybe tomorrow” will turn into maybe never.