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When we first moved here one of our neighbors, who we're happy to report moved away, had a nasty, barky little dog who roamed the neighborhood. Every time we stepped onto our porch that dog would come racing toward us and stand in our yard barking all the while we were outside. Finally I had enough and I bought what we used to call a squirt gun, later called a water pistol, and now called a super soaker. The next time I walked onto the porch and the little monster came into the yard barking, I doused him with a stream of water. He ran back home and stayed away from our house from then on.
Monty used to race to the door when anyone rang the bell and he wouldn't stop barking. Add Lucy, Morgan, Tsar, Samba and Fudge to the chorus and I couldn't hear what the person at the door was saying. I filled the squirt gun and sprayed them all. The barking stopped. After just a couple times, I no longer had to fill the gun. I just picked it up and quiet reigned. It got to the point where I only has to say "I'll get the gun" and they stopped barking and backed away.
Then the pups came along.
As you can see they have no respect for the water gun. The minute they see it, they crowd around me trying to drink from it .
They actually beg to be sprayed.
Tess and Norma Jean like it best.
Tsar remembers when the gun meant something else.
Somehow I feel I've lost control of this situation.
I'm obviously going to have to find another means of enforcing quiet.
They are quiet while they're catching the spray, so maybe it does still work.
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