But there are moments when Barley's bravery fails. Once, she was prancing alongside me on a trail and several swallows swooped down across our path and Barley flattened herself on the ground--and I won't even get started on how she reacts actual birds of prey. Kites are equally bad--we have to avoid trails that go by open fields on extra windy days because she'll put on the brakes.
Then there are thunder storms. We've tried the Thundershirt--I put it on Barley on a perfect sunny day without a storm in sight to see how it fit and she refused to move and wouldn't take treats. It was promptly returned. We've tried a couple samples of herbal supplements with no success. Anxiety medicine takes time to work and here storms often come up unexpectedly. So I let my poor dog be a coward and comfort her as much as possible.
|I heard thunder. I will not touch that popcorn even though it's my favorite snack.|
|Yeah. This guy is really intimidating.|
Yet, somehow she feels brave enough to want to take on the two rotties on the other side of the fence that are bigger than she is. Sigh.
Does she contradict herself? Very well then, she contradicts herself. She is large, she contains multitudes. (Bonus points to anyone who knows what that's a reference to.) For more of Barley's complex identity, check out all of our other posts here.