17 Apr 2015
Living in an apartment with dogs is tricky. Living in an apartment with two dogs is well, a challenge. As my husband and I work on our search for the perfect house to purchase in the next year or so, I have one requirement, a big yard with a fence.
See…I’m selfishly thinking about not having to take the dogs out every morning. I can avoid standing in the rain, or the snow, or the heat, while one of my dogs cowers because he hates being wet or cold, and the other dog eats the grass because she’s challenging her inner cow. The weather is annoy. Waiting is annoying. But what’s really annoying is for some reason my dogs did not get the memo that they must play well with others.
I find myself avoiding people with other dogs outside like they all have some sort of world-ending plague. Because if I don’t, Penguin will growl and bark and Bella will try to run at them full speed like they are full of bacon. It’s terrifying and embarrassing, and has me feeling like an agoraphobe. My neighbors must think I hate all people, but I really don’t, my dogs just act like they do.
It’s gotten so bad that the other night Bella flipped out when she saw something sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. Thinking it was another dog she ran at it so ferociously that she almost tore it apart and it turned out to be a plant. It was a poor potted fern with a Paddington style note that said “We are moving. Help yourself.” I felt so bad for the plant’s nerves that I took him inside and named him Herbert.
All that to say, I think we need a house with a backyard or some serious social training.
Do you have dogs? Do they like other dogs?