This is my dog, Oliver. He may be smiling, but he is terrified. He is currently on dog Valium and wearing a Thundershirt, neither of which can do a damn thing when my my neighbors think every non-rainy night between May and November is a solid 4th of July-quality night for fireworks. He is basically in the middle of a massive dog anxiety attack. He is standing on my lap as I type this, shaking like a leaf.  I just wanted you all to know. I’d post the tiny paw-sized bruises I will find on my hips and legs tomorrow, but this is not that kind of Tumblr.  What’s my point? Fireworks are stupid and annoying, but especially so on a Sunday night.  Please, think of the puppies.   And for real, look at how glazed his eyes are. My little dude is hella stoned and it’s not helping AT ALL. 

This is my dog, Oliver. He may be smiling, but he is terrified.

He is currently on dog Valium and wearing a Thundershirt, neither of which can do a damn thing when my my neighbors think every non-rainy night between May and November is a solid 4th of July-quality night for fireworks. He is basically in the middle of a massive dog anxiety attack. He is standing on my lap as I type this, shaking like a leaf. 

I just wanted you all to know. I’d post the tiny paw-sized bruises I will find on my hips and legs tomorrow, but this is not that kind of Tumblr. 

What’s my point? Fireworks are stupid and annoying, but especially so on a Sunday night. 

Please, think of the puppies.  

And for real, look at how glazed his eyes are. My little dude is hella stoned and it’s not helping AT ALL.