Yes, I meant to type rage. Every July 4th and the two or three days before or after (depending on where the weekend falls) we have to endure the rage of the beast. The beast being our dog. Few things enrage the beast more than the noise of fireworks going off. He isn't afraid of them (we had that issue with our previous dog), he is actually furious that they are taking place. For the last 2 hours the beast has been stomping around barking furiously at the distant pops. We have tried to console him, bribe him, beg him, drug him. Ok, not drug him, the drugs (anti-histamines) are really for his allergies - he gave himself a fat lip this week scratching his face.
And tonight is only July 3rd. Tomorrow will be worse because we have the War of the Lake Ghetto (as we like to call it). Our neighbor two houses down and a neighbor across the lake have a competition on who can let off more illegal fireworks. This is where one of us consoles the beast while the other watches to make sure the drunks next door don't send one off in the direction of our roof.
So, we have had our rest. We have had our relaxation. And now we endure the rage.
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