<html><head><style type="text/css"><!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --></style></head><body><div style="font-family:'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div>Hi all, it's the ever clueless (and paranoid) momPerson here,</div><div><br></div><div>I know, I know, I'm a whimp. Thanks for understanding how stroke inducing it is Debbie, it does sound like world war 3. And you are all right, if he wanted to hurt someone then they would have an injury. </div><div><br></div><div>And thank you Jennifer for sharing that the same stuff goes on at your house. I swear Labs don't do this and if one starts it is part of an escalation that if you don't reverse they will eventually get habitually aggressive. I guess bassets are different. I'm learning.</div><div><br></div><div>Now for the clueless part. He IS a full moon dog and I know that because when the moon is full he YELLS for his ENTIRE walk. We walk more
than a mile and he literally charges along pulling like a madman, snooter straight in the air, screaming AHROOOOOOOOO for all he is worth. The entire walk. I have tried mild leash corrections. I have tried strong leash corrections. I have gotten mad and yanked that dang leash hard enough that I pulled his front end clear off the ground. I have tried bringing a squirt bottle. AHROOOOOOOOOOOOO. Nothing stops it.</div><div><br></div><div>Last night he crossed a line. I walked him with Gracie. And then I came home and walked Gracie and LuLu. When we girls came home he was on the couch. In the middle. SNOOPY'S couch. Don't even think about joining Snoopy on the couch. LuLu sauntered over there and leapt up on the ottoman, which is almost as big as the couch and pushed up against it. They each growled a little and showed off their dentistry and then he reached over and
grabbed her ear. I SWEAR. I YELLLED HEY!!!!!!! and in the same moment LuLu gave him a death stare. He dropped the ear. He lay down. She lay down. We had no more trouble.</div><div><br></div><div>I don't crate but I do time outs. I used to do time outs in the man cave but then Snoopy discovered that the food bin is on wheels and if you wheel it over to one of the rugs you can usually jam up the wheels with the rug and tip it over and eat 8 days worth of food all in your 5 minute timeout. So now we do timeouts in the office. Dog bed, couch, smells like a clueless momPerson in there ..... he's ok with it. If we are having steak and it's summer I put all the dogs out back. In winter if we are having steak then I make up a peanut butter kong and Snoopy enjoys that in the office while we eat.</div><div><br></div><div>I am going to try breathing deeply and stepping back and let the dogs
handle it.</div><div><br></div><div>thank you so much for always being there when they scare me.</div><div><br></div><div>The ever clueless momPeron who loves these dogs.</div><div><br></div><div>P.S. I woke up this morning and looked over at the DH. Gracie was curled up on his elbow with her Snooter against his. Snoopy was pressed up against him up backbone to backbone all the way down. And LuLu had his tummy and legs. He was a basset sandwich. I think there is love here. I'm just clueless.</div><div style="position:fixed"></div>
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