Zorro went out on the porch this morning, looked right at the almost-full moon (which hadn't set yet; have I mentioned we've become very cognizant of when the moon rises and sets?) and did ... nothing. No barking or stomping. Is it the Prozac?
I've had pretty good success this week in getting him to stop barking by saying, calmly, "Enough," calling him away from the window, and giving him a treat once he's quiet. Patrician McConnell recommends this is "The Other End of the Leash" and it's pretty effective, as long as I get him before he gets really excited.
Unfortunately, I haven't figured out a way to discourage him from barking in the first place. Last night, our neighbor was in and out of her front door several times and every time her screen door squeaked, he barked. Each time, I called him away and he calmed down. Then the door squeaked and we went through the exercise all over again. Finally our neighbor went to bed and so did we.
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