Winterspring
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Taurus typically barks when someone comes out of the room until he realizes who it is, and is told, "Hello, Monsieur Le Derp. I see you're still on watch to make sure nobody who lives here burgles the house..." Then he shuts up and wags his tail and gives me big, derpy doggy eyes that say, "I'm sorry I yelled, Mommy. Just gotta be careful, y'know?" Fine.
I was warned that it might take him a while to totally be at ease with all of us. I wish this extended to not leaping from tall buildings in a single bound directly onto my liver, but whatever. Fine.
Last night, my boyfriend and I were walking him, we came to cross paths with two strangers, and he merely gave them a cursory sniff as we passed. (Well, as much as he could. I had a death grip on that leash where the only tension he felt was on the leash, and not mine.)
But this morning. Oh, man, this morning. Here's where the Irony Fairy drops an anvil on my head.
Because I had recently started a thread about aggression, naturally Murphy's Law decides that TODAY is the day when Taurus decides to show some of that ol' Fila temperament.
My roommate, affectionately referred to as Food Lady because she feeds all the animals, left her room to get ready for work. Barking fit. But much louder and much more, "HEY! What are you doing here??" than usual. So she goes about her business. She comes out of the bathroom and he starts freaking out again. At this point (because I've had a bout of insomnia today that's ridiculous), I'm out there, futzing around. She comes out again, he's fine.
Then she goes to change clothes for her new job. Yes, they're new clothes and smell funny, but he was acting weird before this. He goes nuts barking at her. We're trying to get him to shut up because Daddy is trying to sleep, but he wouldn't quit it. And it was a growling bark, too. Daddy wakes up and tries to call him, but Taurus won't listen. He was stuck to my side while she was close. So I get up to walk over and give her a hug to show him that it's just Food Lady and it's okay. Well, as I walked towards her, he wouldn't let me pass him. He was right in the middle, barking and growling, and when I moved around him and hugged her, he flipped even MORE, and banged her twice, hard, with his nose. Like, "Get away from her! Go 'way go 'way!"
I put him outside because neither of us trusted him around her at that point.
We know certain things set him off. Someone who is obviously afraid will do it, but she wasn't. Hell, she wasn't even afraid to get bitten, because she figures that if one owns a dog, eventually you're gonna screw up and get the business end of that head. Hands in pockets seem to set him off, too, but hers weren't in the pockets. I'd say it was the smell of the new clothes, but it started before that.
What gives? I'm kind of scared for my dog, now. He's not acted like this with us before.
I was warned that it might take him a while to totally be at ease with all of us. I wish this extended to not leaping from tall buildings in a single bound directly onto my liver, but whatever. Fine.
Last night, my boyfriend and I were walking him, we came to cross paths with two strangers, and he merely gave them a cursory sniff as we passed. (Well, as much as he could. I had a death grip on that leash where the only tension he felt was on the leash, and not mine.)
But this morning. Oh, man, this morning. Here's where the Irony Fairy drops an anvil on my head.
Because I had recently started a thread about aggression, naturally Murphy's Law decides that TODAY is the day when Taurus decides to show some of that ol' Fila temperament.
My roommate, affectionately referred to as Food Lady because she feeds all the animals, left her room to get ready for work. Barking fit. But much louder and much more, "HEY! What are you doing here??" than usual. So she goes about her business. She comes out of the bathroom and he starts freaking out again. At this point (because I've had a bout of insomnia today that's ridiculous), I'm out there, futzing around. She comes out again, he's fine.
Then she goes to change clothes for her new job. Yes, they're new clothes and smell funny, but he was acting weird before this. He goes nuts barking at her. We're trying to get him to shut up because Daddy is trying to sleep, but he wouldn't quit it. And it was a growling bark, too. Daddy wakes up and tries to call him, but Taurus won't listen. He was stuck to my side while she was close. So I get up to walk over and give her a hug to show him that it's just Food Lady and it's okay. Well, as I walked towards her, he wouldn't let me pass him. He was right in the middle, barking and growling, and when I moved around him and hugged her, he flipped even MORE, and banged her twice, hard, with his nose. Like, "Get away from her! Go 'way go 'way!"
I put him outside because neither of us trusted him around her at that point.
We know certain things set him off. Someone who is obviously afraid will do it, but she wasn't. Hell, she wasn't even afraid to get bitten, because she figures that if one owns a dog, eventually you're gonna screw up and get the business end of that head. Hands in pockets seem to set him off, too, but hers weren't in the pockets. I'd say it was the smell of the new clothes, but it started before that.
What gives? I'm kind of scared for my dog, now. He's not acted like this with us before.