I usually leave work early on Friday's so I was home last month when the dogs were nervous and barking, in the foyer. I walk down the hall and look out the front window, yeah I'm like Mrs. Kravitz, and see the dogcatcher's truck parked in front of my home. I'm thinking well that's good, all the pooches are inside, safe and sound.
Well, not so good. She leaves me a warning on the gate informing me of yet another complaint from neighbors about my dogs barking. This is the first time a neighbor has gone this far. My neighbors on both sides of me have complained to me either verbally or by leaving notes. This has happened before Joe and my father ever come to live with me. But Joe has been kind of the cherry on top of a rather dicey issue with my neighbors. I know he is a barker. Sometimes, I have no clue as to why he runs outside and starts barking and other times I too hear neighbors outside or see people walking their dogs on the front walk.
However, I don't leave the dogs outside at night. Yes, I have a pet door and they come and go as they please but in this hot weather they mostly stay inside. At any rate, I always close the pet door about 10:00 PM and don't open it till 8:00 AM or after. Yes, I usually let them out when I get up at 5:00 AM or 6:00 AM. But they are not left outside to howl at the moon all night long.
So I have resorted to something I always thought rather cruel, I got a bark collar for Joe. Let me tell you it has changed his personality. He no longer picks on my girls in any way. He doesn't want to play around and rough house. He walks around with his head hung low. He doesn't have that bounce in his walk like the ghetto dog he used to be. Oh yeah, he no longer barks, at all. I feel bad for Joe and truth be known I should get a collar for Lucy too. Thankfully, Sable has never been a barker. Moreover, I feel bad as well. I feel an enormous amount of guilt. I'm also a bit pissed at my neighbors. If I hear "marco polo" one more friggin' time this summer I will be calling authorities on their children. And my neighbors on the other side of me had two small dogs when I moved here. They barked CONSTANTLY when I would be outside. I couldn't stir a glass of tea or open a can of beer without them going on some tirade. Now that their dogs are dead they seem less sympathetic towards mine.
So think of poor Joe this weekend and let's hope that he will show signs of the old Joe soon.