There is something wrong with our chocolate lab. He is about ten years old usually mellow and very sweet but when our neighbor gets out his golf cart he starts pacing. And pacing. And pacing. He paces so much he has worn a path in our yard.
The neighbor’s grand-kids often visit and ride the golf cart for fun. It is not fun for Nick.
I don’t know if he worries about the kids. I don’t know if he thinks they aren’t supposed to be riding it. I don’t know if he just wants to go play, but no matter the reason it drives him zonkers. It sometimes gets so bad his tongue hangs to the ground and we can’t get him to stop. Finally we bring him inside to calm him down (maybe he just wants to come in).
I thought it would be getting better because our neighbor is living out of town right now…
Until I saw the neighbor on the other side bought a go-cart.
Our poor neurotic dog.