I think I figured out Gigi's problem.Promptly at 5 p.m. each evening she became agitated. As there were no more fireworks since New Year's Eve, I began to realize that she was afraid we are going to leave her in the dark again, like that night when the power went out. I'm no expert on dogs--I just know Gigi.
First I tried to make the dark a positive experience by taking her out for walks in the evening. Then I showed her that only calm behavior is acceptable and that her place is in her crate, not scratching on my door. And to help her adjust quicker, I came home after school instead of going straight to the club to work out. Though I did that, I totally ignored her to show her that whether I come or go is no big thing. Now she's back to enjoying her normal pursuits--harmonizing the jingle of the Wall's ice cream cart and barking at anything that enters the cul-de-sac.
Andy said, Wait until the first thunderstorm. Silly Mutt.
Walk good,
Jo Anne
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