It's my own fault. I shouldn't have bragged about how fireworks don't affect Moose at all... it was a recipe for disaster. Especially in my neighborhood, where the fireworks start in June and last until the budget finally runs out sometime next week. And we're not talking the legal stuff, like pretty fountains or sparklers - we're talking airborne mortars going off until 2 or 3 in the morning.
He was actually doing ok, until last night - but last night, he finally broke. It's not that he was scared by the loud noises... he was definitely not scared. Pissed. He was really pissed, but not scared. Lots of patrolling, lots of barking his fool head off (I think he may have strained his throat). He'd give off a flurry of full-throated protection of his mama's lap, finally settle down... and then the idiots would set off another round, starting him up all over again. I finally know just how to say "Hey, Kids, get off my lawn" in canine...
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