I've never heard a dog bark at fire works. Most of them run scared to the safest spot they can find.
I shot a few bottle rockets off yesterday afternoon with the kids, and after the first couple went off, I heard several of the neighborhood's four legged E36 M3 machines start barking.
So we set a few more off, to calm them down.
Meanwhile, our dog just lay on the kitchen floor, snoozing.
I've never met a dog that was afraid of fireworks, but most everyone I know keeps hunting dogs, there's nothing more useless than a hunting dog afraid of loud noises. I've met plenty of dog owners who freak the berkeley out and wind their dogs up to be afraid of fireworks though.
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In reply to volvoclearinghouse :
This is my wife.
I go to the kitchen to cook. She shows up to unload the dishwasher.
I go to the shop to work on something, she comes out and stands in the middle of the work area to talk.
EVERY TIME!
Lover her to death, but damn that drives me crazy sometimes.
In reply to Toyman! :
Actually, I seem to be the one that does that to my wife.
Her superpower is starting / restarting a conversation immediately after I leave the room to go do something else. Particularly if it involves running water, fans, or other source of white noise.
In reply to Toyman! :
My wife loves to do things with me. Especially cook, because we used to do a lot of it when we were dating.
Our kitchen now is tiny. Literally, the only way you can have two people doing things is if you have one getting stuff out of the fridge and putting it back (and actually that is quite nice as our working triangle is a joke). I leave the kitchen if she comes in. I ask her to leave if I'm cooking and she comes in. It pisses her off, but it pisses me off more to have anyone be in my way while I'm cooking.
Duke said:In reply to Toyman! :
Actually, I seem top be the one that does that to my wife.
Her superpower is starting / restarting a conversation immediately after I leave the room to go do something else. Particularly if it involves running water, fans, or other source of white noise.
Mrs. VCH just adores doing this. It's great because she basically has two volumes: whisper quiet and SHOUTING LIKE A PIRATE MOM. So the conversation usually goes something like:
Mrs. VCH: "mumbles unintelligibly"
Me: "What'd you say, honey?"
Mrs. VCH: "mumbles unintelligibly"
Me: "Huh?"
Mrs. VCH: "I SAID DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE BANDAIDS ARE YOUR SON IS BLEEDING FROM HIS FOOT!"
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