Yea, dogs are great.<quoted text>That is exactly how Beau is, barking so that no one can hear the other if trying to talk. lol
Beau just never has really liked anyone but me, my mother, and my sis. Even when relatives come to visit, he just can't accept them at all. Not used to them.
The dog I had before Beau I had to have put to sleep; he developed that hindquarters problem with his back legs, etc., and literally could not get up, and he was such a big and strong dog I could not care for him at all, although I tried.
His name was Buddy and I miss him still.:)
He was very strong and protective, yet good with children and other people and other dogs also.
Yet, if he bristled and barked, grown men would run from him.
He was 'something else', a great dog and companion and friend.
I've often contemplated on how my father came home with a purebred English Setter puppy. He was all mad because some guy who owed him $5 gave him the dog instead of the money. So my father gave him to me to take care of. But since I was already made to take care of their dog, but not allowed to play with it or let it go anywhere with me, I resented having to take care of another one. But over time got to appreciate having a dog, especially as we explored the woods together. It was like having an ever ready hiking partner. Now I don't think I would know how to be without one.