Guard dog part 2

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I went home during lunch so I could be here when the dog walker came. I told her to just let herself in.

Well, she did, and Hobie ran over to the door to check out who was coming. Then he noticed that it wasn't someone he's used to, and he started barking. Loud. Nonstop. He was about two feet from the door, and he would not let her in. I had to distract him with a ball, which took several long seconds.

Hobie quieted down, barked a little when she took him out of the apartment, but it seemed to go pretty well.

The dog walker told us Hobie didn't really want to get in her car, and that he had been waiting at the park gate for most of the play time. The following week she picked him up alone, and apparently it went much better this time, which I'm very happy about.

Now I know what the maintenance guys must have gone through when they came in here by themselves. Poor people. It's a little funny that Hobie thinks he's such a guard dog, but it is not always practical.

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This page contains a single entry by Kris published on May 11, 2006 7:34 PM.

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