I found something today that the dog is afraid of.
Our last dog was afraid of everything. Water gurgling, thunder, gunfire, fireworks. Loud mufflers, the vacuum cleaner. A broom. He was a little scared dog.
This one hasn't shown any fear. Not, gunfire, not thunder, nor fireworks. He just yawns. Until this morning.
He was with me in the shop when I started setting up the chop saw to cut some metal. As soon as I dropped the abrasive wheel onto the tubing, he lit out. I cut a few pieces, then looked around for him. He was under the work bench in a dark corner. He was ready to go back into the house.
I don't know if it is the sound, or the sparks, or what, but he doesn't like that chop saw.
2 comments:
Perhaps he expects to be next on the table? After all, he has to have a guilty conscience about SOMEthing, being a youngster and all.
I bet steel on steel sets off a real high frequency squeal that only Dawg can hear. Like fingernails on a chalkboard.
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