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As we were sitting watching through the window, Poppy started squirming so I stood up to take her outside. When I opened the bedroom door, she ran back to the window and crouched beneath it, whimpering. She didn’t want to go out after all. Closing the door, I went to sit down again, and did my best to dispel her fears, assuring her that the fireworks could not hurt her, and the noise was all outside. She calmed down for a moment but then grew increasingly unsettled and leapt from my lap once again. This time she dashed over to the door, barking furiously.
‘It’s all right, Poppy,’ I reassured her. ‘It’s just fireworks. Come over here and I’ll hold you up so you can see for yourself what all the fuss is about. Poppy, here, Poppy, come!’
Gathering her up in my arms, I carried her over
