Poor Liesl. She has been terrorized the past few nights by fireworks in our town. Fireworks are legal here, much to my chagrin. However, this only applies to "Safe and Sane" fireworks. Unfortunately, despite posted warnings by our city, quite a number of people have had, what we suspect, were illegal, professional fireworks, like the kind you fire into the sky. This happened all over our town and included a couple of people on our street. We were sort of used to the huge bangs that rattled the windows and lit up the sky going intermittently until midnight since Thursday. Liesl has been a nervous wreck and has not eaten for the past couple of days from the stress, despite our trying to provide comfort. Last night was terrible though. The fireworks were relentless, and poor Liesl was terrified. It sounded like we were under siege.
I have shared in the past, that Liesl is not a cuddly, sit in your lap kind of dog. She loves to be kissed, hugged and petted, but she is not a cuddler. Last night she was snuggled between us on the sofa, panting in terror. Exhausted, we decided to turn in for the night, but she made sure she was touching both of us burrowed in between us. I stayed awake petting her and trying to comfort her. But she just shook really hard and panted. I think the fireworks continued until after midnight.
Bill and I both got up early to coax her outside to got potty this morning. She was so scared to be outside and kept trying to run back into the house. This is totally not her nature. Usually, she takes her job guarding us and her house seriously and is pretty fearless. It has been so sad to see her with her little head hung with fear in her eyes. It took her so long to go potty this morning. We decided to just work on the yard today to make her comfortable in her queendom again. She finally trotted around, let me give her a bath and a beard trim and is now napping off her busy day. She is still a little jumpy but is overall back to herself, thank goodness. I was happy to see her finally eat her breakfast with her usual gusto.
Despite the noise and trauma, it has been a lovely weekend. We went to a lovely barbecue yesterday and we even got to Skype with Bill's beautiful little bitty granddaughter last night. We got some much needed work done on the yard today. We got so much done. I even got my Adirondack chairs repainted. The weather has been lovely. Not too hot, not too cold. We have had a nice time, just hanging out together.
So we are extra grateful for peace and quiet today. We are grateful that we got to do some much needed work on the yard today and it looks beautiful. Most of all, we are grateful for our little family and that our little furgirl is feeling brave again!