Cubbie has different ways of telling me what he wants. He has a series of barks and whines and even gestures depending on what he needs to tell me.
For example, when he wants to go outside he either comes to me and stares right in my face and makes a little “yip,” or her simply goes to the outside door and makes a low growl.
Yesterday I really, really needed to clean the house. Thanks to both Cubbie and me, we track in lots of leaves, so the floors really needed a good sweeping. I also needed to do dishes and I cleaned out the fridge.
I have a yard/recycling bin from the City of Waterloo. I use it every week. I would say 90 percent of the time I use it for recycling. When I use something plastic or cardboard, I just throw it in the bin outside my door. But this time of year, it’s filled with leaves, which means I need to find another place to put my recyclables.
I was stacking them on the kitchen counter, but while cleaning yesterday I wanted to get them out of the way. I decided to use a big yard waste bag (yes, I recycle a lot of stuff). Once the bag was full, it was just sitting on the kitchen floor. Of course, I didn’t like that either. I decided to put the bag down in the basement so it wouldn’t take up kitchen space.
I didn’t think anything of it until a few hours later when I heard Cubbie barking and growling at something. I knew he was by the basement and the door to go outside, but I also knew that wasn’t his noise for wanting to go outside. He was really upset about something.
I found Cubbie at the top of the stairs to the basement barking at “something.” It’s dark now, so I turn on the basement light, and I immediately know what he’s concerned about. It’s the bag of recyclables!
It completely makes sense he was barking. Something out-of-the-ordinary was in “his” basement. As soon as I turned on the light, he ran down the stairs and started sniffing the bag. He decided it was nothing exciting and came back up and that was the end of it.
I guess it shouldn’t amaze me that Cubbie notices even small changes. In a way, it’s nice he notices when something is a little “off.” I feel safer. I just think it’s interesting what he notices. I wonder how much he notices around the yard, the house and even the neighborhood that I don’t! He’s one observant dog.
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This post was written by dwagner on November 12, 2009