Fireworks still

Bad night bless him! Tommy was fine when I first got in, excited to see me so I thought last night was all forgotten. We walked to the post box and he was fine. On the way back a few very feint fireworks went off and that was it. He was pulling so hard he made himself choke! When we got in he wanted to go in the garden so I went with him. After my cigarette he wouldn’t come back in. Under the fern behind the wormery is obviously the safest place to hide. I got him back in after about 15 minutes of coercion and blackmail. Then back to pacing. Up and down the flat with a slight pant. I decided to do my ironing (just act as if everything is normal) and opened the door to the bedroom to get the clothes. Whoosh! He was under that bed like a… well… scared JRT! Nothing was going to move him until b/f came in ½ hour later. ‘Hello Tommy, where did you appear from?’ ‘Shut the door’ I called out. ‘Why?’ ‘Just shut the bedroom door will you?’ Too late. Tommy had retreated back to the safe under the bed place. We made tea and made our way outside for a cigarette. Tommy came too and was happy enough in position 1 under the fern. We got him back in eventually, and managed to keep him out of the bedroom. He spent the rest of the night under the table in the front room. I took him for a quick walk at about 10:15 when it had all calmed down considerably. He wasn’t happy about it, but at least with his halter on he didn’t choke. Quick wee and in. Boyfriend and I decided to let him sleep under the table, as it was his safe place. Looks like I’ll be in over the weekend. Not that I’m that bothered to be honest. I’m not keen on fireworks either.