To say that Layla is not a fan of fireworks would be an understatement. Our first indication of this was Fourth of July when I literally had to sit on the couch with her as the kids at our house went nuts with fireworks outside.
For the first couple of hours last night she barked at each pop as if it was a terrorist attack :/
(Why, yes, I've been watching Homeland; why do you ask?)
As I've been trained to do with her, I keep my voice steady and act as if there is nothing wrong...except for the wrapping her in the Cubs blanket part.
After an hour or so, my youngest wanted to shoot her own fireworks and managed to rope her daddy into going outside and lighting the fuses.
Because "her girl" was outside with the loud pops and crazy lights, Layla decided to woman up and take a peek.
We sat in the doorway to the garage and watched the youngest squeal with delight as the husband slowly made his way through our small collection of ammo and gunpowder.
Slowly but surely Layla decided to get even closer to the action.
For the last 30 minutes or so, Layla stayed right beside me at the very edge of the garage door and watched the action...I didn't have my phone or I would have taken another picture of my disciplined, never ceases to amaze me with her intellect and controlled GSD who put her fears aside to stand guard over my youngest who was, I'm sure in Layla's opinion, clearly at risk.
She didn't flinch or jump at the sounds and sights...and once I even let her walk out and sniff a random firework that had been left behind.
She proceeded to eat said firework but thankfully dropped it on command.
I decided then we were probably safest back inside the garage.
After much hard work outside, here's my youngest and her trusty companion ringing in the New Year
Look who's wrapped in the Cubs blanket now :)
Happy New Year!