Bazzy had his first experience of fireworks last Saturday night.
It wasn't good!
He was outside on his own (sent out to do wee's) so when it happened he was terrified.
Dad went out to get him and couldn't find him. Mum went out and called him and he came running in from hiding behind the garden shed and had his tail right between his legs. He was shaking like a leaf.
He spent the night on the big bed, but didn't sleep (neither did the pinkies). I on the other hand was such a good girl.
Bazzy the brat has been skittish all week, but seems to be improving.
Although he won't let mum out of his sight.
And being Bazzy the big sook seems to be working a treat for the fat ball of fluff. All rules seem to have gone out the window.
It seems the Brat is now allowed up onto the couch to cuddle with mum.
You should see him up there snuggled in like a great big sooky baby. (oh yeah he is only 6 months old, so I guess technically he is still a baby)
Daddy thinks he shouldn't be up on the couch, but we all know that mum rules the house, so Bazzy is up on the couch and that is that!
At least now I get the big bed all to myself again.
I sure didn't like sharing it with Baz.
Baz is still scared of any loud noises. He was even scared of the tv last night.
I think both the pinkies are hoping he will grow out of it once he realises the noises are nothing.