I have been trying to figure out why George, who has been happily living here for three weeks, is suddenly having anxiety issues. I took off his new rabies tag because I thought the constant jingling might be annoying my poor blind boy. That didn't seem to help.
The problem, I think, is my house chicken. Dottie is in the middle of a molt that throws feathers all over her kennel and beyond. George -- who pretty much ignored her -- is quite interested in her now, and she is a bit peckish due to the molt.
Although he rarely barks, when he does, it's by her kennel. He walks up, wags his tail, then woofs. He puts his face up to the kennel, and I'm guessing he's been pecked and doesn't realize she is contained. When he's been racing around the table, it's the table in the same room as her kennel.
I've spent some time today getting him to sit quietly by her kennel, feeding him treats and praising him for being quiet. I sure hope this works. He is a great dog, but she is my Dottie. I don't want to have to choose, but he has gone from a happy, outgoing boy to a nervous, pacing guy.
It kind of feels like that old saying: No good deed goes unpunished.