Our house is surrounded by construction. The school field that was a home to so much flora and fauna, outside of our windows, is now having 100s of properties being built on. On the other side the neighbour has sold their garden and we have two semi-detached bungalows and eight apartments going up.
Today I found myself saying to my dog (who is an elderly rescue, and terrified of everything), "Don't worry; today I'm going to take you to work with the builders, and you'll see they're your pals, not your enemy" I had no intention of doing that to him, but I do feel like I use him as a sounding board, because real contact isn't allowed these days.