Fireworks and spastic dogs

Justin and I decided we didn't want to stay out too late on July 4th, so we opted to stay at home and watch the neighbors' fireworks. The neighbors across the street and to the left of our house put on a big show every year. The guy has his pyro license and can purchase illegal fireworks at discount prices and his family goes "all-out." We planned to enjoy a few fireworks and then turn the A/C window unit on to drown out the noise when we were ready to go to bed. What we didn't count on was the response of our newest dog, Tucker. We were not home last year during the fireworks and had no idea that Tucker does not enjoy them at all. Even after a dose of benadryl, Tucker couldn't sit down and stay in one place. At one point, he tried to run through our glass door at full speed. Luckily, that glass was thick and held strong. Jake just wanted to bark at the fireworks, so he got a dose of benadryl too. After his dose, we could have lit his tail on fire and he would have just continued to happily gnaw on his bone. Since Tucker could not settle down, Justin and I decided to stay awake for the duration of the fireworks. We set up the hammock in the backyard and actually saw the best firework show I've ever seen. The first half hour was like the 'grand finale' of a community firework show. The fireworks were huge, frequent, and best of all, could be seen from the comforts of home. Around midnight the display was finally winding down and Tucker could finally relax a bit, so Justin and I called it a night and slept soundly.