GAAAAH! Sodding NYE fireworks!
We are in tonight (the kids, the dog, the guinea pigs and I - DH is working.) DH took DS1 to his mate's earlier for a little party. I stayed home with DS2.
Some fireworks went off while I was putting DS2 to bed.
Our 40 kilo hound, who can't yet do our stairs, panicked and bolted upstairs. We have a stairgate fitted but I don't usually use it as he's never done the stairs before or even shown the remotest interest. I heard a bit of a kerfuffle; I just thought it was him rearranging his favourite sheepskin so finished the story, had a cuddle with DS2 and came down from the attic to see very large, very shaky, very scared big black greyhound on the landing pounding up to me to shove his head under my arm.
I couldn't get him back downstairs.
We sat together until DH and DS1 came home. He still wouldn't come down. I waved yogurt, fresh roast lamb, sardines, peanut butter, everything in front of him but no joy. DH and I carried him downstairs in the end, which ended badly as I missed several steps at the bottom and have somehow hurt my leg. Hound was fine. Except for the terror of the fireworks of course, in the face of which my dicky leg is a minor detail, poor love.
He's settled down now. We've done our best to keep it ordinary, calm etc but he's so upset. And it's only going to get worse at midnight. DH is working all night so I think I'll sleep downstairs with the dog. We have masses of family coming tomorrow too. Luckily they're pretty doggy so they'll probably ignore him.
Poor chap, he's such a gentle giant. I am DEFINITELY going to try and get some tranquillisers from the vet for fireworks night. Sorry, rant's over now. Happy 2012!