Hope, on the ottoman that she hops up on to look out the bay window.

Too often people complain about how much dogs bark. I, however, do not complain when Hope barks.

Hope, my girl who spent five years in an Amish puppy mill, doesn’t have much to say, but when she does bark it is significant.

This past weekend Jake and Windy were looking out the bay window barking their heads off. I thought is must be a squirrel or rabbit. Then Hope ran over and started barking, and I knew I needed to look.

Sure enough, a strange dog was wandering around across the street. It was a beagle from two streets over. Lola’s human children are not too careful about keeping the front door closed, and she takes advantage of the opportunity. My husband escorted Lola home, again.

Now, how can I help Hope teach Jake and Windy not to lose their temper over squirrels and rabbits?