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.