My dog, Sadie, barks at all kindsa things.
She’s a sweetheart, she really is.
When I get to the door, I tell her to back up and sit and stay, so she does. I always tell the visitor she’s harmless, because once I let them in, she is harmless.
Sometimes people remain edgy, not convinced, and I have to crate her. Most of the time, people say something like, “I’ve got a dog like that, too. Good watchdog,” and they rub her head.
Sadie is a great watchdog.
Last summer, she barked at our open bedroom window in the middle of the night, so I got up to see what the fuss was about. There was our neighbor’s outdoor cat, right under the window. Sadie couldn’t see him, but she could smell him.
TomCat is a frequent cause for her barking. I’m sure she’s jealous that TomCat can go anywhere and he doesn’t even have a leash. She probably wonders why he’s always pouncing bugs in the grass instead of shaking squirrels to death. What a waste of freedom, huh?
We tell her, “That is not your kitty,” and she makes that precious sighing noise that dogs make when they’ve given up.
I’m amazed by what she can smell and hear. For instance, she knows The Mister and our girls are coming when I can’t even see them yet.
She hates the mail carrier, which I suppose is required of all dogs. It doesn’t help that our mail carriers are always on rotation. No matter how excited I am to see the mail carriers or how I tell Sadie we loooove mail, she hates them still.
You’d think the pizza man would be loved, because meat and cheese, but he’s not.
Sadie has certain people she adores. My FIL fersure.
Moo’s little friend Lily is always a hit.
My nephews, too. She’s pretty excited when Auntie Drew comes to the door, but when the boys are with her, the excitement is INSANE!
Whining and hopping at the door…
She redirects herself to her bone and then offers up her tummy.
If only I could teach her to stop licking MIL’s toes…Poor Mamaw.
She hates motorcycles. I suppose they’re like growling mystery machines to her. Probably not unlike the helicopters on post. She’d grab up her bones and run to the house in a frenzy, before those evil birds could get them. Same with the vacuum…
She’s come to know all the sights and sounds of neighbors, their kids and pets. Sometimes she gets riled up about a stray animal, but the one thing we cannot understand?
She hates young love.
I’m not sure if she finds the match unsuitable, or if one of them smells like the death of a thousand dogs, but she absolutely cannot tolerate the sight of teenagers strolling hand in hand.
Our reaction? “Oh yes, young love, how terrifying!”
Does your dog have quirky barking tendencies? Are you afraid of young love?