Well, it was carnival fireworks, not Fourth of July fireworks, but here is how our one rescue did.
We took my show pup, Abby, and our recent male rescue, Batista, to my grandma's for dinner and then fireworks at the carnival. Because the dogs weren't allowed on the carnival grounds, we put them in the outdoor kennel my grandma has in her backyard. The fireworks are less than a mile from her house, and we had no idea what Batista's personality was with different situations. Well, we get back from the fireworks, tired and wanting to collect the dogs and go home, when my mom and sister come running up from the back yard yelling Batista is missing. He slipped out of a hole in the fencing of the kennel, leaving Abby in the kennel alone. She isn't really smart enough to get out. We start searching for him and I see a patch of blood on the road in front of my grandma's house with a clump of his hair on it. I feared the worst. We couldn't find him lying anywhere. My sister and dad went in the van to look for him and were gone for a good half hour. While they were gone, my grandma decided it was a great time to tell me the blood was from a groundhog she had removed from the road earlier. Grr. Well, my sister and dad get back and my sister was crying. I again became more afraid. I looked in the van and he was in there without a scratch. He had run about a mile in the opposite direction and was running along the side of the highway. Yea, what a big baby. Abby was a little over excited when we got back to my grandma's house, but the fireworks didn't seem to effect her.
That's my story, and I hope it didn't scare anyone else. heh.
-Rose-