We took the dog out this weekend for a walk on one of his favourite trails. He was so excited to get in the car and jumped out eagerly once we were parked.
Unfortunately, he heard one little firecracker going off.
Our dog is terrified of thunder and fireworks. He is finally over the trauma of the Victoria Day fireworks and this was the weekend of Canada Day fireworks. He crawled under the first park bench and could not be enticed to go further. So I sat and waited with him while the rest of the family took a walk. I was sitting in front of a large red currant bush, and after a few minutes, a group of Cedar Waxwings arrived to feast on the ripe berries. I love these handsome birds. If it wasn't for the frightened dog, I would have missed them.
When we got home, the dog headed for the bathtub, his safe haven from loud noises. He has been there a lot during the past three days, but the fireworks will soon be over for another year. He should be fully recovered in a couple of weeks!
I will have to learn to sit still more often and see what comes to me along the trail.