Flash has had a bad habit of lunging at the office window, especially the left one. They’re floor to ceiling windows, so to prevent him from going through the window or damaging it, I installed wooden baby gates with plastic mesh over each one. Flash claws at the mesh in an effort to inform anyone walking in front of the house they were doing so at their own peril.
The windows are on the other side of my desk. I can’t see what Flash is doing. I know he’s upset if he runs from the living room into the office, but otherwise I have no clue what he’s watching.
Come on, you know you want to wake up to the sound of sirens.
A few weeks ago he started lunging in a different way at the window, pushing the wooden frame of the baby gate closer and closer to the window itself. I didn’t notice when it hit the sensor for the burglar alarm. But ever since then, the burglar alarm started going off. I had to bypass the office in order to arm the system, which didn’t give me warm and fuzzy feelings. So, long story short, I changed alarm companies. They installed a new system and new sensors in the office since it was evident that one of them was damaged beyond repair.
That was five days ago. Of course to fix the windows and install the new sensors in a different location, they had to remove the baby gates, putting them aside. I’ve been involved in other things so I haven’t replaced the gates. During the first day whenever Flash looked like he was going to lunge at the window I just shouted, “No!” As loud as I could. But I think it only took three times before he got the idea that I wasn’t going to be a happy camper if he continued with that behavior.
This morning when I came into my office to start work, it dawned on me that I still hadn’t replaced the gates. It was a little hard to ignore them since they were staring me in the face. In the last four days Flash hadn’t lunged at the window once. He’ll stand in front of them and bark, but he doesn’t put his paws on the glass.
I see things from an allegorical point of view a lot of times. I always ask myself: how could I have prevented this? What is it I’m supposed to learn in this situation? I have to confess that I find meanings in odd things.
My initial thought was that this complicated situation of Flash lunging at the windows was a lot easier to solve than I thought it was. My second thought was that all he needed was a little direction. Maybe the gate annoyed him more than what he saw through the window. Maybe it was the gate itself that incited the behavior.
Or maybe I just underestimated Flash the Wonder Pooch.