Living in a War Zone
Living in a War Zone?
This July stands out as the worst summer month I can remember.
My dog has been terrorized by firecrackers and firearms, some of which include the use of semi-automatic weapons.
I live in a valley in which sound bounces off the contours of the land. The constant threat of firecracker bombs exploding, some just in the woods behind my house, and hours of uninterrupted target shooting (I documented two and a half hours of target shooting a number of times) motivated me to make a call or personal visit to the neighbors who own abutting land or who live across me on Route 232.
I am pleased to be able to write that a couple of my neighbors acknowledged that there might be a problem with noise. One suggested that perhaps I should try to cuddle my dog during these episodes. Another denied hearing anything, and two others had been target shooting for an hour before I walked up their driveway. One of these men stopped shooting from his porch and told me that it was “his fucking land and that he would continue to shoot whenever he pleased and there was nothing I could do about it.”
When I pleaded with him on behalf of my dog, who is suffering PTSD symptoms, he told me that his cat was probably hiding under the couch. No doubt.
Recently, I attended two community meetings that had the issue of noise as part of the agenda.
The unpredictability of the explosion of fireworks or the prolonged use of firearms creates problems for many. The human nervous system varies from person to person and some of us are more sensitive than others to noise, but all of us have a threshold that once crossed creates PTSD that is impossible to treat successfully. It is difficult to imagine what this kind of noise is doing to our animals that are so much more sensitive to sound than humans.
I have a loved one that is presently serving in the United States Marine Corps, and every time I hear the crackling of air splitting under the force of gunshot I feel as if I too am living in a war zone.