03-04-2019, 01:06 PM
Meave was just having a frantic episode. I assumed it was for the painters. I had the dog door blocked because the painters have a habit of leaving the yard gate open and I didn't feel like chasing Maeve around the neighborhood.
Well, she kept barking. And looking back it wasn't the bark for hating painters. It was more the bark for hating fireworks. But I just tried to ignore it, hoping she would settle. But no. She'd race to the dog door and do the whiny bark. And then, because I had taken her out the bedroom door into the backyard, she would race there as well.
That's the thing to remember. I had taken her out to the backyard to pee and poop and she had accomplished those goals.
So, I was verily surprised when Maeve squatted in the living room after a good twenty minutes of racing and barking, to take a big liquidy poop in the middle of the floor. So, much poop. She then looked at me as if to say, "I was trying to tell you"
Well, she kept barking. And looking back it wasn't the bark for hating painters. It was more the bark for hating fireworks. But I just tried to ignore it, hoping she would settle. But no. She'd race to the dog door and do the whiny bark. And then, because I had taken her out the bedroom door into the backyard, she would race there as well.
That's the thing to remember. I had taken her out to the backyard to pee and poop and she had accomplished those goals.
So, I was verily surprised when Maeve squatted in the living room after a good twenty minutes of racing and barking, to take a big liquidy poop in the middle of the floor. So, much poop. She then looked at me as if to say, "I was trying to tell you"
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm