The Fourth of July can be a challenging time for combat veterans with PTSD, like my husband, and for survivors of a drive-by shooting, like me. We will be so glad when this holiday is over! In the meantime, I remind myself that my husband made it through the war in one piece, and that none of the five bullets hit me or anyone else, when I was working north of Chicago all those years ago — thank the Lord!! Still, we will be so glad when the loud explosions are over for another season.
Our sweet rescue dogs don’t like fireworks either, especially the one on the far left in the picture above. I found her six years ago, abandoned on the streets, in the middle of a very hot July. I took her home and my husband and I have coddled and loved her ever since. She is a very happy dog most of the time. But when the fireworks start, she goes nuts, running and barking all over the house. I imagine that the fireworks are a terrible reminder of when she was abandoned on the city streets and loud explosions were going off all around her. Yes, dogs can get PTSD, too.
Stay Safe, Everyone! God bless America! ❤