A longer story for later, but Wes is medicated. Prozac to be exact. Once he went on meds, he settled a little bit and the barking was again handed off, this time to Barnaby. What Barnaby lacks in stature he more than makes up for in dedication. His bark is atrocious. And terrifying. A built in security system that all my neighbors know about. Oh, it is so bad. He even barks when he knows the person entering the front door. Sadly, but not unsurprisingly, the buzzer doesn’t work on Barn. He is made of steel, that dog, and can overcome any nuisance. The only thing that settles him, as he is not medicated, is distraction. Distraction usually means his cat sister, who knows the routine of being tossed in his path to waylay any barking tantrums (only because he will literally sit on her rather than bark-thank goodness she doesn’t mind).
“When he really gets going, you can also hear him bark from under the bed upstairs, through the floorboards. That is fun.”
Regardless, barking kills me.