So this guy, Harry, is supposed to be like this awesome guard dog creature. But he’s only 11 weeks old, despite the fact that he appears to be a full grown lab.
Yeah, we should have named him Gigantous. (Or, at least Hagrid.)
Anyway, he’s not quite a guard dog, but he’s working on it.
Mom and I were down in the barn and he was up by the house when he noticed some commotion at the barn. Apparently, his then 10 week old brain didn’t make a connection that whoever was at the barn looked like Mom and Meagan. He came barreling down the path and Mom and I peered out because he was making such a racket that we thought coyotes were eating him.
Nope.
He ran into the barn, barking ferociously, and hid himself in a tiny crack between the old barn wall and the new barn wall, all the while peeing the whole way.
He’s just a baby. Good try.
Also, he’s never been in the house. Never except for last Sunday when Dad neglected to close the breezeway door all the way. When I left my room and walked by the entrance to the breezeway, I saw this enormous white paw streeeeetch out through the doorway. Then this black nose and these enormous, terrified puppy eyes peeked around.
When he saw me, he of course knew to turn tail and run outside again.
I felt so bad for him. I’ve never had a dog who was not allowed in the house. Now if there’s ever a need for him to be in the house, he’ll be too freaked out to be of any use.
Probably peeing all over the wood floors.
