Courage in the face of terror.
My hubby moved the bed from our bedroom (front of the house) to the middle of the TV room (back of the house) yesterday. He's planning to do some work in the bedroom, so things will likely be in chaos for, well, ever. This change concerned Rudy, but Hudson seemed okay with it. He's the type to be fine with anything, as long as he's with his peeps. So around midnight last night, my husband is fast asleep and I'm in bed, watching some DVDs. Suddenly Rudy jumps up, growls, and runs to the bedroom. Hudson follows. And a bunch of angry, alarm sounding barking follows. They both run back into the TV room and plant themselves firmly between us and the door, snarling toward the front of the house. This wakes up hubby (barely) and I suggest that someone should check it out. This is really unusual sounding for them. With only moderate complaining, he gets up to check things out. Hudson and Rudy continue to protect us, until Gordon gets in front of them. Then, they both defer to their pack leader in their own special way. Rudy falls in line right beside his Daddy...at the ready to be a good little soldier if necessary, defending the household in whatever way his commanding officer wants. Hudson runs in front of Daddy, takes a hard left, tears down the stairs (head and bum tucked in) and runs into his crate...where he stays for the next two hours. We love you Smudgie, you held it together as long as you could. Turned out the house across the street was setting off fireworks (who does that with a windchill of minus thirty+??????) Rudy stood down as soon as Daddy checked things out, and all was right with the world. Hudson wandered back up, kicked the bedroom door open (now that startled me) a few hours later, and chose the spot right between hubby and me. I guess he still felt he needed protecting. I won't laugh at the little guy too much though. When it really mattered he put aside his fear and protected us...he barked in the face of danger, and then he ran and hid until it went away. Thank you boys. You take good care of us. |
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 brave soldiers.......Summer has this habit if we accidentally tread on her tail or make her jump so she yelps, of throwing herself at us to be picked up. Wagging her tail and jumping up as if someone else has done it and she needs rescuing...  Our first big dog was an oes cross, we got her at 6 weeks from a rescue centre. She was so gentle and so obedient. One day I was walking them down a quiet side road Polly was off her lead and Misty walking with me. I somehow tripped over and landed on all fours. This man who was working in his garage came running over to me. Polly quite a bit in front of me came hurtling back towards us growling and barking, really nasty. She thought this man was attacking me. Luckily I grabbed her collar as I really think she would have bitten him. Bless her. |
| And so we see again crate training isn't cruel, it is a place of security. Good boy Smudgie. Glad everyone stayed safe and you now know you are well protected. |
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