My morning was stressful thanks to my dog.
I have two dogs; a four month-old silly, mischievous puppy and a seven year old mister serious dog. Guess which dog messed up my morning!
It was the old one.
Since the arrival of the puppy, I started appreciating my old dog’s calm ways and his maturity but this morning he made me absolutely furious.
You need to understand two things.
First, my dog is very vocal about things he doesn’t like. He will bark at the rain, if my mom goes somewhere he will angrily growl and bark for a few moments (if he happens to be outside at the time), he growls when he wakes up from a bad dream and he will always express his dissatisfaction, if there is some.
It never lasts long and his rants look so much like when a person, for instance, starts swearing and complaining to friends about a long line at the post office, that I find it funny.
Secondly, yesterday was a soccer game in my neighborhood and where I’m from, soccer games are a big deal. I live close to the stadium, so there was a lot of noise going on.
And my dog hates loud noises. Can’t say I blame him, but he got so scared of the reeling that he wouldn’t go out for his evening walk.
So let’s just say there was a lot of material for my dog to complain about in his morning walk.
When I finally got up early in the morning, I took the dogs for a walk and as soon as I opened the backyard doors, my dog sprang out and ran to some innocent dog on a leash and started barking at it like crazy.
He never did that before!
I don’t keep my dogs on a leash for two reasons. One, there aren’t many cars around, I practically live in a forest and two, my dog is usually a good dog.
I’m serious, he’s the kindest dog I ever had. He’s smart and good and I love him for it.
So what happened today?
I have couple of theories.
Maybe he saw the dog outside and somehow figured the dog was to be blamed for the previous night’s noises.
It’s a sound logic! You hear weird noises and next morning you get outside and see this little ass walking around. Coincidence?
My other theory is that he saw the dog as someone he can complain to.
“Susan! Last night was crazy! It was so loud, I couldn’t go out to do my business!”
Maybe the other dog didn’t care, or maybe it was supportive.
“Mhmm… and how did that make you feel?”
“Terrible, Susan! It was terrible!”
Either way, after I called my dog a few times, he came back to me and the weirdest thing, he looked so proud of himself! He didn’t understand he did something wrong!
He must have been thinking he was such a good boy, he casually strolled next to me and waved his fuzzy tail as if he expected me to give him a treat!
“Oh, so you’re not supposed to run off and bark at random dogs early in the morning? Weird.”
I was so mad at him! He was on the leash for the rest of the walk and I made the walk shorter than usually because I was so embarrassed.
The dogs did their thing and we got home.
I know the right thing to do would have been to go up to the lady walking the dog and apologize for my dog’s crazy behavior (it must have been terrifying for her), but I was in my pajamas and looked like a mess. My appearance would have probably scared her even more than my dog did.
In my defense, it was really early.
Daily dose of insecurity 