As we cycle along, we often pass a home, a farm, or somewhere where there is a dag, usually a large one, either confined behind a fence, or on the end of a chain. Here, in Russia and in Estonia, country people seem almost always to keep such dogs.
The dog or dogs go bananas; they bark furiously as we go by and often rush towards us. They then get to the fence or the end of the chain, and no further. Having us as identifiable humans who are strangers and not in a car, so they can see and sense us there seems to do the trick. But one wonders if they are frustrated by not actually making contact. After all their job is to deter and see off any strangers. And this is just what happens; we come near their territory, they bark furiously and we go away. It works just fine and they achieve what they want to. Happy doggies?
The dog or dogs go bananas; they bark furiously as we go by and often rush towards us. They then get to the fence or the end of the chain, and no further. Having us as identifiable humans who are strangers and not in a car, so they can see and sense us there seems to do the trick. But one wonders if they are frustrated by not actually making contact. After all their job is to deter and see off any strangers. And this is just what happens; we come near their territory, they bark furiously and we go away. It works just fine and they achieve what they want to. Happy doggies?
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