Fayston, Vermont. “You know they all bark when you leave the house,” my son reported. “Even Lucy.”
My son is home from college for the summer. My work schedule has become temporarily more demanding, so he’s been home with the dogs more than I this month.
“Linus sounds like he’s being tortured – it’s part howl, part bark,” he continued.
“Then Charlie chimes in with a high-pitched alarm bark. It’s annoying.
Lucy adds a low grunt, more of a mild complaint,” my son concluded.
“No wonder the neighbors don’t talk to us,” I replied.
“I don’t think so. Their dog barks, too,” he said.
“Do the dogs stop barking when you come downstairs?
“Yes, but sometimes not right away.”
This news surprised me because we take the dogs for a long walk in the morning before leaving. They are usually all sound asleep when I close the door behind me. Last spring, before my son came home, I forgot my phone and had to return to the house, only to find all three dogs asleep, right where I left them. They came to greet me blinking and stretching from being stirred awake.
But I am not usually gone as much once June hits. This year, however, household projects are left undone; vacation plans scrubbed; day trips canceled. I had to take a personal day so that I could accompany my son on a photo assignment for his internship. The extra money I make will be nice when the holidays come, and the end to my crazy schedule is near. But tell that to my dogs.
I look forward to setting my summer rhythm to the beat of tail thwapping. And less barking.