Coop is about as laid back as any dog can be. Sort of a Mortimer Snerd of boxers.
Except when something catches his ear. A mouse in the kitchen? High guard mode!
So Meg is afraid of thunder storms and loud noises. Yesterday before dark I'd let the dogs out and propped the door open while I changed clothes. They came back in, plopped on the bed. All of a sudden someone set of a bunch of firecrackers that sounded more like several gunshots than the whistle or bang. Meg's head pops up with a worried look.
And what does my sweet laid back boy do? Launches himself from the bed, barks, growls and runs outside! He's a gun dog wannabe!
Now let's hope the rest of the holiday doesn't get much worse.
LisaW
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