Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog’s honest bark Bay deep-mouth’d welcome as we draw near home; ‘Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come.

Today is a pleasant day. I can’t remember the last time I used pleasant to describe anything, but that nondescript adjective is the perfect word for now. It is hot, 77หš, and cloudy and sunny and humid. Rain is predicted for tomorrow. The breeze is ever so slight. The dogs are chasing each other up and down the hall and on and off the couch where I’m sitting. I wish I knew why they chase each other here rather than outside in the huge, fenced in backyard with entry through a dog door. Maybe they think it fun to annoy me sitting here minding my own business.

Henry has been amazing. He now goes out the dog door whenever a delivery comes instead of standing at the door snarling and barking and scaring the delivery men who won’t come down the walk. To Henry, I just have to say, “Out,” and out he goes where he waits impatiently looking through the dog door for me to let him back inside the house.

Henry is now an explorer. After nearly four years living here, he came to the other side of the den yesterday for the first time. He never went beyond the chair arm before this, and he did it twice yesterday and once this morning, no fluke. Also, I can now walk by Henry when he is eating, and he won’t run. He does look at me but ignores me and goes right back to eating. Nala has helped. She has no filters. She is pure puppy. Henry is heavily filtered but is changing. He is less fearful, quicker to accept visitors, and he doesn’t bark anymore at the sound of car doors closing or people walking by the house, but he does check them out at the front door. That’s perfect. He is protective without being crazed.

I remember Duke frantically barking and jumping at the front door during a hurricane when someone walked by the house. My mother told us to hold his collar so he couldn’t go through the door. Boxers are all muscle so it took my brother and me to hold him and pull him back from the storm door so we could shut the inside door. I still wonder why this guy was out walking around during a hurricane. I watched from the window as he went down the street and took a left. Duke barked until the guy was out of sight. I always felt protected by Duke. I also feel protected by Henry. Nala will soon follow as she gets older. Crazed, barking dogs are such good deterrents.

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6 Comments on “Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog’s honest bark Bay deep-mouth’d welcome as we draw near home; ‘Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come.”

  1. Christer. Says:

    Anything but pleasant here today but it did at least not rain as much as yesterday.

    Albin has grown a lot since Alma came here and now he even walks without pulling the leash! He still screams as possessed if he see anything moving but sort of stand still instead of trying to run towards the moving object ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚
    Alma however only walk properly when she knows I’m about to bribe her with a treat ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ If she doesn’t think I have any with me she’s just as bad as always ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      It stayed hot and humid all day. The dogs were in and out driving me crazy all day. We’ll get rain tomorrow.

      I love when you write about Albin screaming. It is so unusual. Nala talks back as do most boxers. Gracie was the worst.

      Henry doesn’t walk. He crouches close to the ground. He feels safe here but nowhere else.

      Nala keeps checking where I keep the treats. I think they are all safe, but that dog is tricky.

      Enjoy the day!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    WOW! Time does fly by quickly. Youโ€™ve had Henry nearly four years? I canโ€™t believe how fast time has passed. It seems like only a couple of months ago when you first adopted him. Of course, it seems like only yesterday when I was young. Yesterday, I was one day younger than I am today. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Picturing you holding Duke back during a hurricane seems like a sight to behold. When it comes to humans we are very funny animals. Walking around outside during a hurricane must be normal to someone. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Todayโ€™s weather will be another version of yesterdayโ€™s weather.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I checked as I couldn’t believe it was almost 4 years. He was 8 months when I got him so that’s part of why it passed so quickly. We were all younger than today.

      It seems silly or even dangerous to go out during a hurricane That’s the hurricane where the giant oak broke and fell across my road. Duke was quite the dog. He was all muscle. I don’t know what Duke would have done to the guy if anything. He never bit anyone his whole life.

      Rain maybe tomorrow.

  3. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Seems like Henry and Nala want to be near you. You could try sitting outside in the back yard and see if they chase each other around out there instead. ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Has Nala helped Henry with riding in the car? Piki hates the car. Rocky loves it. Piki has come to entente with the car but he still looks miserable when he sees that’s where we’re headed.
    Grey and dismal up here. No sun at all.
    Enjoy the evening.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I will go outside occasionally with them. They chase each other on the deck, up and down where I am. I try to persuade them to go into the yard, but they ignore me.

      We’ll find out about the car at the end of the month. They both have vet appointments. Henry is getting shots and Nala is getting a first time exam. I was told Nala loves the car so we’ll find out in a couple of weeks.

      We had sun on and off all day. It is still hot.

      Take care!

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