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I was had. Very simply, Dakota pulled the wool over my eyes and got what she wanted. The night before New Years Eve my neighbor began the fireworks. To explain, I live very rural and my neighbors just down and across the road have a bigger fireworks display than any professional one I've ever seen. They begin at about seven and it's nonstop until about 12:30 am. But the night before New Years Eve is the preshow, which is about three hours.
My son and Daughter-in-law had come over, they live in the back of my property, and we were all visiting. The fireworks start and because I had the Papillons were running around the house, Dakota was in my bedroom in her crate. She went crazy. I put the paps up and let her out. She jumped from lap to lap. My son was having a semi-bad day, (He's a disabled vet who suffers muscle spasms), and I couldn't have her jumping in his lap. She's just over a year old, so still pretty puppy. I put her back in her crate. After she had her paw caught in the door and then her head and was bleeding, I pulled the crate into the livingroom so I could watch her and she could see us. Then she was fine.
I dreaded the next night. We took her out for a long run ahead of time so she would get all her energy out. My son was having a bad day and so stayed home, with Dakota's sister hiding under his legs. Dakota never bated an eye. She was in her crate in my bedroom, curled up and sleeping like a baby. She whined to go out and we took her out, watched some of the fireworks over our heads and then went back in. She curled up on the floor next to me and chewed on a bone. Yeah, I was had the night before. Sometimes she is just too smart.
My son and Daughter-in-law had come over, they live in the back of my property, and we were all visiting. The fireworks start and because I had the Papillons were running around the house, Dakota was in my bedroom in her crate. She went crazy. I put the paps up and let her out. She jumped from lap to lap. My son was having a semi-bad day, (He's a disabled vet who suffers muscle spasms), and I couldn't have her jumping in his lap. She's just over a year old, so still pretty puppy. I put her back in her crate. After she had her paw caught in the door and then her head and was bleeding, I pulled the crate into the livingroom so I could watch her and she could see us. Then she was fine.
I dreaded the next night. We took her out for a long run ahead of time so she would get all her energy out. My son was having a bad day and so stayed home, with Dakota's sister hiding under his legs. Dakota never bated an eye. She was in her crate in my bedroom, curled up and sleeping like a baby. She whined to go out and we took her out, watched some of the fireworks over our heads and then went back in. She curled up on the floor next to me and chewed on a bone. Yeah, I was had the night before. Sometimes she is just too smart.