The first I heard about fireworks was when a piece of paper was put through our letterbox one evening. I sniffed it and it seemed as boring as most of the things that came through the letterbox. But when one of the bipeds picked it up and read it, he said it was about the village firework display. I had no idea what fireworks were. But I knew that my bipeds considered my socialisation very important and they took every opportunity to introduce me to new experiences, so I was confident I was going to have an interesting time.
A few days later, a man called, saying he wanted to know if we would be attending the firework display. To my surprise, my bipeds said that we would not be going! For a moment I thought I must have misheard what was said. But the conversation continued and I heard my bipeds explain that it was my first Guy Fawkes night. The man said he understood and he left. But I didn’t understand, I thought their plan was for me to experience everything, but it looked as though I wasn’t going to see the fireworks – most confusing!
The day after Halloween, when we went for a walk, we met one of the village children pushing a pushchair. He wanted a ‘penny for the Guy’. My biped told him he was out of luck, as she only had dog treats in her pocket. I took the opportunity to stick my nose in the pushchair and introduce myself to Guy. It turned out not to be a person at all, but clothes tied up with string to look vaguely like a person. Then I heard the boy ask if he could give me a treat, so I lost all interest in Guy. During the next week all the village children seemed to be obsessed with wheeling bundles of old clothes about!
Then it was Saturday and I heard my bipeds say that it was the day of the village firework display. I wondered if they’d change their minds and take me to see it after all. I had a lovely, long walk in the afternoon, which included the playing field where the firework display was going to be held. There was a huge pile of sticks and old furniture, with another of those mock bipeds stuck on the top. It didn’t look very impressive to me!
The bipeds settled down for the evening almost as soon as it was dark. I thought that was a good plan, as I was quite tired after my long walk and in need of a nap. They decided to watch very noisy films! Pippin and Mulberry, the cats, were asleep on the sofa and I was snoozing on the floor, when I thought that perhaps some of the noise was coming from outside. I looked around and my bipeds didn’t seem to have noticed. I could tell that Mulberry had because his ears were laid back. Pippin had heard it too, but he just stretched out and yawned. I settled back down and so did Mulberry.
The noises became louder and I got up. I wanted to go outside to investigate. My bipeds asked me to settle down, which I reluctantly did. Then they told me I was being good and asked me if I’d like to play. We had a lovely little game and I had some tasty treats. Then I watched while they rolled a small ball about for Mulberry to chase. Mulberry soon became tired and went to sleep near Pippin and then they played another game with me. The noises became even louder, but my bipeds said it was nothing to worry about. I took them at their word and had a nice nap. When I woke up again, all the noises had stopped outside. They told me how good I’d been and I was given another treat.
The next day when we walked across the playing field, I discovered that someone had burnt all the sticks that had been piled up there. That’s a terrible waste of good sticks! The village dogs could have had weeks and weeks of fun with those.
Here’s a link to advice from the RSPCA about keeping safe when there are fireworks about – Bang! Fireworks frighten animals. Remember it’s increasingly popular for bipeds to have fireworks when they celebrate New Year and other special occasions.
See you next Wednesday!