Maybe the Pierce County Council should designate the first week of July as “Terrorize Pets and Wildlife Week.”
On the Fourth of July, from about 9 in the evening until 1 or 2 in the morning of July 5, I take our old golden retriever Jake into a bathroom that doesn’t have an outside wall. I turn the radio on loud, fire up a rotating fan, fill his water dish and do what I can to keep him from being terrorized until the main barrage is over.
Unfortunately, the birds and squirrels we feed and the family pets in the neighborhood that spend most of their time outdoors are subjected to a week or more of something like life in a battle zone. Every year it seems to get worse.
Laws that are not enforced are worse than no laws at all, and if many of the blasts that are equal to a quarter of a stick of dynamite that rock the houses on South Hill in Puyallup every year are illegal, someone is derelict in their duty for not clamping down strongly enough on violators.
I find it ironic that the explosives that cause so much fear and stress for family pets and wildlife every year are supplied by the same Native American folks who are always portrayed as having such great love and respect for Mother Nature’s creatures.