She came to us as a rescue who, at one time, was found running the streets. I imagine her traumas must have included fireworks and other loud noises.

She’s terrified of thunder and fireworks. One bang or boom and she’s in her crate like a shot and hides as far back in it as she can get. She has, on occasion, buried herself under her cushion.

I’ve tried to keep her  on the couch with me, but she never stays. At least she finds some form of security in her crate.