I feel bad now. At the time I was annoyed and I spoke quite harshly to him. But he wasn’t doing what I thought he was doing and he was actually being a bit of a hero.
I can understand my response. It was two in the morning and he had woken me up with his barking. Strike 1.
I could immediately tell that he wasn’t where he should have been. Strike 2.
Plus he didn’t seem to be keen to go back to bed. Strike 3.
I had to physically pick him up and put him back in his pen, making sure he couldn’t get out again.
That was all well and good until a little while later exactly the same thing happened. What is the deal with this dog?
I was not happy and I told him that. In the morning things were a bit icy between us still.
I found out later that our neighbours had four people try to break into their home in the early hours of the morning. Now I think I know what the dog was up to.
I’m not annoyed at him anymore. I’m proud of him.
I’m annoyed at myself for not checking out my surroundings when I was putting him back to bed.
I’m annoyed that I didn’t give the dog the benefit of the doubt. I read the situation very wrong and it has completely changed my perspective of the event. Sorry Jake.
It was a solid reminder to check my perspective of all events that happen, in case there is another explanation for what I am seeing.