If you own a dog, most especially a ‘bad’ dog, then you will probably understand the drama that is Halloween. Most dogs care not at all about people walking on the sidewalk or and don’t really care how they are dressed, either. Stella, however, is not your average dog. It’s bad enough if the doorbell rings. Both dogs will run for the door and bark like crazy. It was especially bad until a week ago when we put a film over the window by the front door to sort of ‘frost’ it. They can see the movement on the other side of the door, but can’t see the actual people there. This keeps them from barking at people walking by the sidewalk (though we do keep the blinds in their room pulled up when we are gone, so that they can see the world)– they just usually won’t bark out the window, only at the glass beside the front door.
Halloween, however is especially traumatic for Stella. I don’t know what it is about Danes that makes them so freaking sensitive, inquisitive and curious– but mine is especially so. If one of us comes in her view dressed up in a costume, she will absolutely FLIP SHIT. Oh, and a stranger dressed up as something weird– you can bet your bottom dollar she will stamp her feet, bark and be completely weirded out. If you mix the stranger danger with costumes and doorbell ringing, you are going to have one amped up, weirded out, terribly behaved Great Dane.
In order to make Stella’s life a little more calm and peaceful, we decided to cut the nonsense off at the pass, and put a bowl of candy on the front porch with a note. I scribbled this down on a piece of paper.
Jay saw this note and his whole face changed. “That’s the note you’re going to use?”, he asked. His face was all aghast and affronted. When I asked what was wrong with it, he was all like, ‘Oh, nothing. It’s fine. Just use it.” Except, his face clearly said:
So, I redrafted the note on the candy bowl to this:
Several of my friends were like, “I would have rang the freaking bell just because of the sign”, but luckily my neighbors are all pretty awesome, and most of them know the dogs, and are completely in love with Stella. I don’t know them at all, but they know her, mainly because of Ms. Cynthia walking her around the neighborhood every day. Anyway, we escaped that evening with very little barking. As a matter of fact, Jay and I went upstairs and played some games, and Stella laid on the upstairs couch, looking out the window down onto the street, observing all the small humans dressed up like Spiderman, Goblins and Harry Potter.
Then Monday afternoon came and Nana comes by to walk them again, and of course there’s candy wrappers all over the ground in the neighborhood and Duncan, aka THE BILLYGOAT kept getting distracted and decided to lay down and eat all the candy trash he could find. Nana was displeased, and sent me this photo.
The kids happened to come by this weekend, too, which is rare that we get them both in the house at the same time– but upon occasion it happens. As always, I tried to take photos, but the kids kept jacking up their faces every time they noticed the camera pointed at them, so I had to sneak whatever photos I could sneak:
There were also a few awesome trips to the dog park.
I’m looking forward to this weekend. There will be more adventures and happiness to come!
<3 Ya’ll have a great Friday! <3