Can I just vent first? I put this nice peaceful picture in my post to try to set the tone. But I am going CRAZY. If me and Noah survive this stage of his growing up together it will be a miracle. A MIRACLE, do you hear me? He has entered a new stage of BARKING. A LOT. It drives me insane. Really, I am glad you can’t hear me. And yet, when I am not insane and I walk outside, there is much for him to bark at. That is what his breeds were developed for, to be guardian dogs. And there is an endless supply of things to guard me from outside: deer, turkeys, new neighbors, cars, trucks, other dogs. So now Noah is being re-introduced into ‘life in the house.’ Much to the disgust of Sophie and Mr. Monk, whose tranquil domicile has been invaded by a MONSTER.
These dogs (Great Pyrenees) are supposed to be very easy going, and actually are supposed to be good in the house. But Noah has such a hard time settling down. Maybe its the 1/4 Anatolian Shepherd in him. Maybe Sophie’s calm assertive aggressive (as I wrote this she got tired of his nosing and nailed him) behavior will be a good influence. So far this morning, he has targeted the sofa, a towel hanging on a rack, my outdoor clogs, my tennis shoes on my feet, the leg of the chair I am sitting in, and has looked longingly at the pictures hanging on the walls. Someone please tell me that there will be an end to this HELL (and I do not use that word lightly,) and that there will be peace in the valley once again.
Ahhhh, writing a blog in real time. Was just interrupted because Mr. Monk unplugged the computer in his little hiding place. AND, victory. Noah actually knows the command ‘down.’
And again in real time. I put Noah outside briefly, where he IMMEDIATELY began barking. So I could go out and bring in my laundry. On my way out I noticed a trail of ants, so I got my ant spray out and blasted them. And then I noticed an even BIGGER giant trail swarm of ants. Yikes, I guess they are all enjoying the sun like the rest of us. Well, they WERE enjoying the sun…
Back in the house, Noah inside, Monk and Sophie outside for a respite. (Its gotta be bad if they consider outside a respite.) Also, if I was to post this in true real time, I would have left all the typos and glitches made by Noah coming and nosing my keyboard. And now, Sophie is sitting in the last two inches of sun left on the rug, and Noah is checking her out. She is giving him the evil eye.
And if you don’t think this crap makes me want to STRESS EAT, you are sorely mistaken. But so far, I have avoided it. And now, in real time, Noah has been out in the yard for 20 minutes without barking, and I am heading out the door to get a giant crate for him (I think it will make life easier for him and for me) and off to have my second of four lunches out this week. I KNOW. (more about this later.)