Josie used to be quiet. She didn’t bark. It was great.
When I first moved into my house, I had no neighbors (I miss those days). There were a couple of house past mine, but none within sight.
One day I heard Josie bark. I was shocked. I found her staring out the front door barking at something on the corner. Turns out a realtor had put a sign on the corner and tied a bunch of balloons to it.
I thought if I introduced Josie to the balloons, she’d realize they weren’t a threat and she didn’t need to bark at them. I got her leash, walked her down the driveway, across the road and right up to the balloons. She was very hesitant. I went and reached for one – and tried to bring it down to her level so she could sniff it. She almost jerked the leash out of my hand as she tried to run away.
Now – Josie barks at everything.
I blame the balloons.