“Hi! How did you enjoy your Fourth of July” was the polite question of the day. “OK, thanks,” I answered, “until slightly before 9 p.m. when I felt I was caught in the crossfire of two opposing enemies, with fireworks immediately to the north and immediately to the south, not to mention the muffled booms from the northwest across the river and up towards Waterville.” Short conversations.

Since the legalization of fireworks in Maine, I have tried to prepare myself and my dog for these intrusive events, but the fireworks overpowered the TV, the fans, the pheromone collar and the Benadryl. Last night’s private shows in the area seemed to be the most powerful to date and my final solution was to leave the rest of the family at home and leave with my shaking pet. That my pet and I cannot enjoy and feel safe in our home while others exercise their freedom to simulate the sights and sounds of war is not right.

I know that I am not the only one who suffers anxiety while their pets uncontrollably pant and shake with fear when confronted with these unnatural sounds. Perhaps though, I am one of the few who express my thoughts while most adopt a “what can you do” attitude.

I interpret this invasion of my private space as a form of abuse as well as a lack of respect for others. What rights do I have? Why do the rights of one individual supersede those of another?

What can be done? Limit the use of fireworks to community events? Ban fireworks?

Probably the status quo will prevail because just as war produces profits for the arms dealers so too does the sale and use of fireworks produce revenue for the state.

Priscilla Doel

Vassalboro