Independence Day Traditions

In the U.S. Independence Day, more commonly referred to as The Fourth of July, is a pretty big deal.  It’s the official date that our country (though not our present form of government) started and it’s also in the middle of summer and a great time for a party!

In years past I’ve gone to cookouts, and fireworks shows, and enjoyed them as much as an introvert can enjoy large crowds and loud noises.  Then I got a dog.  With their far more sensitive hearing, dogs enjoy fireworks shows about as much as humans enjoy being repeatedly struck on the back of the head with a meat mallet.  Since Hershey came into my life in 2010 I haven’t been to see fireworks once.  I still go to family cookouts, eat, visit, and hightail it back home before dark when the fireworks start.

Where I live, in one of the most drought stricken parts of California, it is inexplicably possible to buy fireworks from stands that pop up on vacant lots the week before the Fourth.  This allows families all around the neighborhood to have their own fireworks displays so they can enjoy Independence Day and mess with the mental health of local animals.  This is tradition for many people and so, since getting dogs, I have had to come up with traditions of our own.

Tradition One:  I’m always there for them.  When it gets dark and the fireworks and firecrackers start up, I’m at home to be their rock.  We are the cornerstones of our dogs’ lives and during what could be the worst night of the year for them, I feel that mine need me to guide them.

Tradition Two:  Stay calm.  When the noise starts I don’t react.  I don’t show annoyance or get upset.  Dogs have had 20,000 years to get to know us, and by this time they can read us like two-legged, hairless books.  If they see that I’m not bothered by all the noise outside, they know they don’t have to be either.

Tradition Three:  Hibernation.  When things really get going outside, we take our evening to the bedroom.  I close the door, we settle in, and I do something calm and ordinary like reading a book.  They lay on the bed, and doze.

Tradition Four:  Music. I play something light, and about middle volume to help muffle the outside noise.

All this seems to work!  Hershey has been calm during fireworks every year I’ve had her.  Graham was a little concerned the first year, but following these traditions his ears might perk up a little when things start but after that he’s as calm as Hershey.

Last year was Marsha’s first time, and it was effecting her.  She was one solid tremble, but she came up with a tradition of her own.  She snuggled under the covers and after that she was fine!


This year, I’m hoping our traditions continue to work and everyone gets through the night with no, or minimal problems.

What do you do to help your dogs through this difficult day?  What days in other countries are the worst for dogs?  I’d love to know!

(Oh, anyone wondering about my cats should know that they barely register that the outside exists and have never shown any distress over fireworks!  Maybe this has even helped with the dogs!)

Independence Day Traditions

BlogPaws 2016: Days Two & Three

The main thing to know about BlogPaws wasn’t really the workshops I went to or the speakers I heard. The real story is that Marsha rocked it!


For a dog who’s fate was supposed to be to guard an empty house she handled the conference better than I could have hoped.  The first day really was the first day she knew there were so many other people and other critters in the world.

Unlike Graham, who’s reactions to the world are first and foremost ruled by fear and aggression, Marsha’s take on life is one of cautious optimism.  She’s unsure at first, about a new person, new dog, or new balloon animal, but on repeat meetings she much more enthusiastic.

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BlogPaws 2016: Days Two & Three

Blog Paws 2016: Day One

I’m an early riser.  Even when I’m not coordinating primates I can’t seem to get off the school year schedule. So going to bed near 11 and waking up near 4 wasn’t that much of surprise to me, even on vacation.

The trouble is, the conference isn’t scheduled for insane people like me.  Registration begins at 9 am, and the sessions don’t start until noon. So I had a few hours to kill.

The first was slain attempting to get back to sleep and then making coffee.

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Blog Paws 2016: Day One

BlogPaws 2016: Day Zero (& Day -1)

I had planned to drive from Fresno to Phoenix for BlogPaws 2016 in one day.  It’d only be 10 hours!  It’d only be 600+ miles!  Sure, that would be easy.  Then after telling a few people about my plan (OK, telling my mother) I began to think about wisdom of said plan.  Then after Palm Springs broke its own temperature record, hitting 122 on Monday, it suddenly didn’t seem like the wisest idea to be driving a 16 year old car through the desert during the hottest part of the day.

So after some hemming and hawing and waiting until practically the last minute, I booked a room at the Red Roof Inn in Palm Desert and high tailed it out of Fresno at 5 pm on Tuesday.  I was a bit pressed for time as I had to claim the room by midnight.  There was some wiggle room, an hour or so, so it didn’t seem like it would be that much of a challenge…  But you know the saying “Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.”

I am the J.J. Abrams of selfies.

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BlogPaws 2016: Day Zero (& Day -1)

Caturday: Caturdog Part Two

When I wrote the first post about Graham’s cat-like behavior I blithely asserted in the comments that he shows no interest in that perennial favorite of cats, boxes.  Well, like the small, rebellious creature that he is, Graham has decided to prove me wrong.
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Perhaps he’s decided to provide some blog fodder as I’ve been kind of low on inspiration these last few weeks.  I’ve got a few posts in the draft stage but they don’t seem to be going anywhere.  Then, along comes Graham with a silly new behavior to get me going again.

Anyone have any silly behaviors they’d like to share (pet’s behaviors I mean) to let me know I’m not the only one living with a semi-deranged animal?

Caturday: Caturdog Part Two