Posted on 06/30/2021 6:03:31 AM PDT by SJackson
There are no hydrants out here and getting firetrucks up narrow dirt mountain lanes isn’t gonna happen.
Last week I was on my way down the mountain and somebody’s home was in full blaze.
The fire trucks were sitting across the road, firemen just looking on, because getting up *that* lane with those trucks was impossible.
They just let it burn.
My Dog is using Babbel to study Chinese. he will be my interpreter when we get invaded.
One of my many reasons that all fireworks be banned. I only have 2 dogs that get really worked up when they start going off. They also hate it during goose season as my place is surrounded by cornfields. The only good thing abut it is the hunters usually get their limit pretty quick.
When my moronic, straight out of Idiocracy, neighbors bought the place next door, I politely went over and asked if they light off fireworks and if so let me know so I can put my dogs up. They said yes and told me it would be around 8. I guess they couldn’t hold their water so they stared at 5. They were lighting off bottle rockets right over towards my big money stallion’s pen and my barn, and towards my haystack. I guess they figured it was smarter to shoot them my direction instead of toward the back of their 5 acres, so I ran over there and told them they better have good homeowners insurance if they spook my horse and he gets injured or they burn down barn or my haystack.
They haven’t lit any since and its been 8 years.
Oh my God!!!
Cancelations of municipal fireworks displays seems to make the locals think they all have to go out of State for artillery shells. Oregon has some pretty hardcore restrictions on fireworks. Anything that flies is verboten. With good reason. With any luck, we’ll get rain on the 4th. It’s usually very damp marine air that moves in in the evening.
Here is my dog-fire works storey.
A long time ago, I owned a water damage restoration business. On a July 5, I got a call from a guy who had water damage in his laundry room. Fortunately, almost all the water ran into the HVAC duct in the floor.
Sadly, they put their two dogs in the laundry room the afternoon of July 4, and one of them bit into the hot water supply line to the clothes washer; and both dogs died of heat stroke because hot water escaped through a few very small holes in the hose.
You want fireworks, go to the local community fireworks display, keep that crap out of my neighborhood....../
I have a horse that can open gates. I have to keep the gates all chained up.
And I freaking hate fireworks around my farm. I have livestock and dogs, all afraid of the loud booms.
There are a crapload of free fireworks displays around here that they can easily attend. If they are drinking, they run the risk of killing someone on route to the display.
Same here, big displays. I guess there is nothing like being drunk and lighting the fuse. Again, it’s the freedom celebration of the Fourth of July Just a few days of crazy in contrast to the opposite. Sparklers and snakes, and making the world safe for everyone, including unelected occupants of the racist White House
Sounds like we have the same relatives. LOL About thirty years ago, my buddy, who lived on 1.5 acres, set off a yuuuuge Roman candle that went sideways on him. It went over the property fence and his his neighbor’s house so hard, you could hear the bang for a mile. We ran back in the house and slammed the door so fast, I think we left our shadows outside on the patio. *chuckle*
Oh come on, don’t be the Turd in the Punchbowl.
It’s a cute story. LOL
Thunder and fireworks have never bothered any of my dogs, but I’ve always been sympathetic.
My dogs have always liked gunfire. A couple of them would pester me to send rounds downrange so they had a reason to run and see what I was shooting at. Maybe it was the duck hunting that made them that way. I time, I blew up a couple of dozen balloons and dropped them around the edge of a shallow pond and climbed a dune on the opposite side to shoot at them with the .22. That meant that Mia had to run down the dune, go through or around the pond, sniff around where the bullet hit, and run back up the dune to bark at me until I shot again. It worked, n theory. The second time she ran down and found a popped ballon, she figured out the game. So she just ran around the pond, popped all of the balloons, and came back.
Anyway, I can see where it might be fun to climb up on the roof with a six pack and shoot tracers out over the town, but I don’t.
Just the fact that the dog found his way home was enough for me.
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