Rural/Farm Life

He wasn't a maltipoo. I guess he was an English Shepherd mix. He was a barker. He'd bark at a leaf falling. He'd get a sing-a-long going with all of the other dogs within a couple of blocks. I'd "ground" him all the time by making him come in the house, and he'd act all heartbroken. We'd discuss it, and he'd look at me with those beautiful eyes, but I always won the discussion. Nobody ever complained about him, but I think it was just that we have super nice neighbors.

Our neighbor now has a barker, but I really don't even notice. I notice crying, but barking is easy for me to tune out.

Good luck with Kiki.