I don't know if Smudge really really hates it, or really really loves it. She goes NUTS whenever people like fireworks. Actually, all she has to do is smell it (not even lit, just smell the firework) and she FLIPS.
One year we were out back and I was holding her, Dad lit a bloomer, and she freaked out, jumped out of my arms (scratching the crap out of me) and attacked the bloomer, scorching her fur up and getting slightly burned (nothing serious.)
Yeah, she doesn't work well with fireworks. Needless to say she's never outside when they are lit up.
Oh, and there's a possibility we're getting a baby Boston Boy (9 months) in a month or so. One of my co-workers has to get rid of it when he goes off to college. His name is Gizmo, and he's allergic to grass? So if all goes well, Smudge will have a baby brother.