My Rosie is not a barky dog. She rarely barks at all. Last night this happened across the street.
Now she barks, every time she goes outside she stands at the gate and barks.
On our daily walking route she grumbles and growls at the blow-up reindeer and santas.
This is Phoenix, aka The Great White Hunter
This is Rosie, in some circles known as Princess Paws
Life is better with a dog. These are my dogs, Phoenix and Rosie. Mostly they just hang around the house, but they have helped with school programs and fundraisers.
Phoenix came to me when he was 4.5 months, and my best buddy for the next 10 years. He'd been mistreated by is previous owner that resulted in a broken leg. His first month with me he had a pin in his leg. Not fun for a puppy!
Rosie was only 3.5 weeks and three pounds the night a dog warden brought her into the animal hospital where I work. She, and we later found out others in her litter, had been dumped in the snow on a cold January night, just 2 degrees!
I fostered her for the shelter, that lasted about four hours.