It's amazing how one thing out of order can totally freak out Buddy.

Yesterday Mike cleaned his riding boots and sat them in the sun at the
bottom of the dog ramp. About 6 I left the dogs out before supper Lady and
Gabby ran down the ramp and out into the yard and didn't miss a beat. Buddy
flew out the door and dead stopped, shackles up and growling. The boots
completely spooked him, I had to pick up the boots and bring them up and
show him they were ok.

The last time he did this was the day I had a coat hanging on the front seat
of my car and he thought someone was in the car.

Celeste

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It's amazing how one thing out of order can totally freak out Buddy.

Yesterday Mike cleaned his riding boots and sat them in the sun at the
bottom of the dog ramp. About 6 I left the dogs out before supper Lady
and Gabby ran down the ramp and out into the yard and didn't miss a beat.
Buddy flew out the door and dead stopped, shackles up and growling. The
boots completely spooked him, I had to pick up the boots and bring them up
and show him they were ok.

The last time he did this was the day I had a coat hanging on the front
seat of my car and he thought someone was in the car.

Celeste


LOL, my Murphy used to do the same thing. One evening hubby came home from
work and threw his coat over the chair in the darkened living room. Murphy
came running upstairs to greet him and came to a screeching halt as she
glanced into the living room and saw that coat thrown over the back of a
high, winged back chair. In the dark it did look a bit strange/out of
place. All the hair on her back stood up and she began barking furiously
at the coat on the chair. It so intrigued me, so I had to experiment. I'd
made those great big child-sized Raggedy Ann dolls for my girls when they
were little. So I got out one of the Raggedy's that had been packed away
and propped her up at the piano. Same thing happened when Murphy saw the
big, brightly colored doll, sitting at the piano.

Poor Murphy really went nuts though when our middle daughter was in beauty
school. She'd bring home these *heads* to work on. Heads with faces and
long hair. Those heads really freaked her out.

td

Spot wrote:

It's amazing how one thing out of order can totally freak out Buddy.

Yesterday Mike cleaned his riding boots and sat them in the sun at the
bottom of the dog ramp. About 6 I left the dogs out before supper Lady and
Gabby ran down the ramp and out into the yard and didn't miss a beat. Buddy
flew out the door and dead stopped, shackles up and growling. The boots
completely spooked him, I had to pick up the boots and bring them up and
show him they were ok.

The last time he did this was the day I had a coat hanging on the front seat
of my car and he thought someone was in the car.

I had that happen once, when I was in college and working as a hostess
at a hotel restaurant near the airport. My dad's car was in the shop
for repairs and he'd borrowed mine the day before.

When my shift was over I walked out to my car (parked under a
streetlight for safety) and out of long-time paranoid habit, I looked
into the hatch and back seat to check for monsters or bad guys. I'm not
like the classical victim chicks in horror films who are easily
ambushed. You've got to go way out of your way to sneak up on this broad.

And I'll be goddamned if there wasn't somebody lying on the floor of the
back seat.

I beat feet back into the hotel, grabbed a security guard, told him what
I'd seen. He scoffed but came out to my car with me. He walked up to
the car, cupped his hands around his eyes, peered into the back seat.
And leaped backwards so suddenly he almost took both of us down.

So both of us went back into the hotel and grabbed an off-duty cop who
was enjoying his free coffee and pie in the restaurant. He followed us
out to the parking lot, peered into the backseat and repeated the
backwards leap maneuver.

He drew his gun, edged up to the car again and knocked on the window.
No response. Knocked again. Still no reaction. He asked for my key,
told me and the guard to back up. Unlocked and opened the back door,
which was when it became apparent that the intruder was my dad's heavy,
insulated coveralls that he'd tossed into the back seat before driving home.

So tell Buddy, better safe than sorry. You can't be too careful, there
might be monsters.

On 2008-07-28 22:14:46 -0400, Kathleen said:

So tell Buddy, better safe than sorry. You can't be too careful, there
might be monsters.

Very funny story (now...).

Celeste said in part.....
It is amazing how one thing out of order can freak out Buddy....
____________________________
Celeste,
I have got 2 dogs like that. I placed a candle holder with a sun face
on it on the railing of my deck. I let Jack out and he starts growling
and acting weird. I brought him in and let Jubal Early out and the got
the same action? Yep, it was the new candle on "their" deck, it was
going to get them....I suppose!
My little Lady girl doesn't care about the candle with a face, what
candle, what face? Poor old girl....I really don't think it is her age,
she just isn't as skittish as the other 2 and never was.


Be Free.....Judy

Td said in part..
Poor Murphy really went nuts when our daughter was in beauty school.
She'd bring home these heads to work on.....
________________________
Td,
I don't blame Murphy, those heads would freak me out too...


Be Free.....Judy

"Judith Althouse" wrote in message
...
Td said in part..
Poor Murphy really went nuts when our daughter was in beauty school.
She'd bring home these heads to work on.....
________________________
Td,
I don't blame Murphy, those heads would freak me out too...


Be Free.....Judy


LOL, I agree with you Judy, they were freaky. The first time she brought
one home, I set it at the top of the stairs and called Murphy. She started
up the steps, and then saw the head. She stopped, put her ears flat back
against her head, stared at it for a few seconds, and then ran back down the
stairs. She never grew accustomed to those heads, and we always wondered
what she was thinking when she saw them.


td

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"tiny dancer" wrote:

She started
up the steps, and then saw the head. She stopped, put her ears flat back
against her head, stared at it for a few seconds, and then ran back down the
stairs.

I had found a street puppy in Baltimore (but didn't romanticize her
beginnings, go figure!) and placed her with some neighbors. Part of the
placement was that I kept her at my house when they went on vacation.
She was a typical "Baltimore Black Dog" - a lab mix.

In 1993, I got an autographed baseball cap at the All-Star game. I went
to Pier One and bought a black glass "head" for it to reside on. It sat
on a shelf of a bookcase in my family room. The first time after that
that Princess came to stay, she froze and growled at the thing. Very
suspect, but my dog hadn't paid the least bit of attention to it. He
was a pretty confident dog though, so not much rattled him. We
"introduced" Princess to the head and after that she was fine.
Helping dogs deal with fears is a good idea.

--
Janet Boss
www.bestfriendsdogobedience.com

Janet Boss wrote:

Helping dogs deal with fears is a good idea.


Between the first and second time my dad met Dylan, he grew a
beard - a really nice, lush 6" white beard. The first time Dad
had visited, he and Dylan got to be great buddies. This time,
when he walked into the house, she started barking furiously at
him. We quickly figured out that it was the beard, so he bent
over and flipped it out at her a few times. She approached,
sniffed, and then started barking again, but this time more
playfully. The flipping of the beard remained a game with them
for several years.

We figured that she was barking at the hairy animal on his face.

FurPaw

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FurPaw wrote:


We figured that she was barking at the hairy animal on his face.

Sounds like my reaction to my Uncle Harold when I was ~3. He grew a
beard and I was *very* suspicious! I got over it!

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Janet Boss
www.bestfriendsdogobedience.com