Tuesday, February 15, 2011

False alarm

Poor Zorro. When we got home from work yesterday, he wasn't standing in front of the door, wagging his tail and yawning, as per usual. Instead, he darted out of the downstairs bedroom, looking panic-stricken, and went straight for the front door. It didn't take long to identify the problem: the upstairs smoke alarm was chirping, indicating a low battery. This sound is barely perceptible to the frequency is maddening to dogs, akin, I suspect, to having a vuvuzela blasted directly into your ears.
I took Zorro out and the almost-full moon revitalized him immediately. Denny went upstairs and discovered that Zorro had had an accident, no doubt because of the stress. Luckily, he peed on the bathroom floor. Smart dog.
Memo to self: if I see a big white poodle named Annie, head off sideways, or in the other direction. We encountered her on our run yesterday, and she lunged at Zorro until her owner dragged her away. Zorro has gotten pretty good at his "sit," but no amount of treats and "Look at me's" will distract him when he's provoked in that manner.

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