Pit bulls are smart dogs, bred to please their people. T2 are good girls and we know that they genuinely want to do the right thing, even if they sometimes get sidetracked. So lately, though Téa cannot resist the need to bark at things outside, she has added a new twist to her routine. She will patiently wait and wait for something (hopefully the new dog right next door) that deserves her attention and is worth the repercussion. She will bark, once, twice, maybe three times—a little aggravated ridge of fur standing on end along her neck, tail straight out (at least as straight as it goes) making tiny, agitated helicopter circles. Then she will whirl around and bound back inside, waiting for us to close the door behind her. She’ll stand with her nose pressed against the glass in the door as if she’s been brought in against her will and wait to be let out again. When we open the door after a minute or two, the whole process starts all over again from the beginning.
But at least we’re clear that she knows the rules: no barking on the balcony or you’ll have to come in.