Although, if there must be fireworks, at least let them be good fireworks, right? I must say that Japan put on a pretty good show.
Except it wasn’t Japan, which goes to show how awesome my listening skills are. According to today’s newspaper, last night’s show was a Canadian entry, not Japan’s.
Japan Canada kicked your lights-in-the-sky ass
(you can see bigger versions of these photos by visiting my Flickr site)
Except that WASN’T my Flickr page!! Thanks to Rae for pointing out what my mother has told me all along … I am an idiot!! It’s fixed now.
So poor Tweed and Mr. Woo hate the fireworks. I end up with Woo crammed under a table and Tweed shivering and drooling in my lap. It’s not super fun for anyone. We’ve been working on ways to make them more comfortable with the whole big-bang-boom business, and even the Kittenz got in on the action.
Angry Donut suggested Tweed try some calming Yoga, like this:
She also suggested some “Laugh Therapy”
Round Eye offered to hold his hand throughout the scariness.
Then she tried some hypnotism
When when these tactics failed to work, Tweed’s dad, who was visiting last night, told him to “Stand up and be a man, for Christs Sake.”
So, in an admirable effort to live up to this father’s expectations, Tweed put on a display of bipededness:
Piper was all “yeah, loser, be a man! Even I can be a man!”
But that “be a man” shit never works. Tweed was still panting heavily with nerves.
Piper, the little bitch, was totally imitating and mocking him
Mr. Woo put on his best cute face. Why not? Usually it gets him whatever he wants, maybe this time it would get him a fireworks-free night!
And Red Dog, bless his soul, only wanted cuddles and cookies.
Two down, two to go … next Wednesday I may brave the crowds and step out to see if I can get some fireworks shots without a big building in the way.