So poor Monster Girl (who is definitely NOT an alpha) survived the fireworks last night. I had a plate of angel food cake on my desk and, rather than go hide in the basement, she decided it was worth risking a flaming phosphorescent demise if there was a chance she might get a piece of cake.
I think most of us feel that way, no?
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Glad to hear Monster Girl survived, though she may have an upset tummy.
When I had dogs, two Akitas, I would place them at my feet and turn on music that I could sing or hum to during fireworks while petting them. They would raise their head and push back their ears. But before getting up they would look at me. Seeing I was calm, they would put their heads back down. Once or twice, on really big or seeming close booms they would actually get to their feet. But I would stay seated, doing nothing different and within a few moments they’d return to the floor.
Of course, it could be that in their dog brains they were saying “Did Maggie suddenly turn deaf?” or “At what point do we sprint for our lives and leave the dumb lady to her own safety?”