Please bring our dog fine cuts of meat only
My Hubby was listening to a segment on how to train your dog to not bark and go berserk whenever someone knocks on the front door. The suggestion was to have a treat ready for the visitor to give the dog before they knock on the door, so when the dog runs to the door she will learn to react to the situation with glee, instead of ripping flesh from the visitor’s leg.
Gucci has become yappy and stressed out by the mailman and visitors ever since her accident. Two years ago the neighbor boy, who had been grounded and sent to his room by his mother, escaped his house, jumped on his bike, rode to our back yard and ran Gucci over. We were afraid she was paralyzed because she couldn’t walk, and was barely breathing. After a long night at the Vet ER and $1600.00 later, Gucci Pucci was home and doing her best to recover. She had bruised lungs and a new temper towards bicyclists. Six months later, while viciously shaking mail that dropped out our mail slot, Gucci smacked her head on our rod-iron chair and knocked herself out cold. Her heart was only beating 4 beats a minute, we almost lost her. She suffered neurological damage. Gucci had to learn how to eat and walk again. Her eyes don’t speak to her brain, is the quick explanation for her new yappy crankiness. It takes her a minute to realize what/who she sees is not a threat, or that tall lady walking across the lawn is me, her momma, and not a tall lady rushing to steal her Science Diet puppy chow, in which case she’ll bark up a lung and charge my shoes like a land evolved Parana.
Today, as I was just stepping out of the shower, the UPS man knocked on the door. I yelled down the stairs to Little Man “DO NOT OPEN THE DOOR!” I was too late, the door was open and Gucci was already in full freak out mode. I saw the UPS guy harshly shove her across the threshold with his boot, she hit her head as she slid across our tiled floor.
I don’t think there is a treat or meaty bone big enough in the world, Gucci now officially hates everyone who comes to our door. Thank you Little Man, and THANK YOU UPS man.
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