When I was a kid we had a boarder collie that would go apeshit when fireworks or loud noises went off.
When we went on vacation during the summer to ohio, we would leave her in the laundry room, and my neighbor would come by and let her out and feed her etc.
We came home and the neighbor was in our house flipping out.
The dog had gotten scared and chewed the door handle on the laundry room door, thrown her body against the door until it opened, then she ran into the living room and scratched the glass on my dads new prized 27 inch magnavox TV (which is still working btw, 12 years later).
Then the dog knocked over two potted tropical plants, and put dirt all over the rug, then she got into model paints and chewed that all up, then finally, she attached 4 24 packs of beer and soda, putting holes in all the cans, and there was soda, dirt, paint, all over the house.
I’ve never seen my dad so pissed in my life. Especially over the new TV set.
Till this day we’ve never had another dog, and I don’t want one in my house either.