What happens when the doorbell rings at your house? Here’s what happens at ours.
March 14, 2010
Sunday Cinema – Ding dong
Posted by Morning Bray under Dogs, Sunday Cinema | Tags: dogs, doorbell |[19] Comments
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March 14, 2010 at 4:01 am
Yep, that’s my house too, except not a choir like yours, I have a single baritone!
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March 14, 2010 at 5:04 am
What a hullabaloo but not unexpected. They are just giving you a little head ups, there is someone at the door. LOL.
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March 14, 2010 at 5:46 am
Our Max used to do that, but since he passed Handsome and Missy just go to the front door and wag their tales. They are not so vocal like Max was.
Di
The Blue Ridge Gal
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March 14, 2010 at 6:02 am
Take comfort in the fact that no burglar would dare to break in.
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March 14, 2010 at 6:14 am
We used to call it the “dogbell” and not the doorbell. 🙂
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March 14, 2010 at 7:50 am
When I played your video my mutts chimed in. I guess we could have our own Canine Choir.
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March 14, 2010 at 5:29 pm
Duffylou,
Likewise! Each time we’ve played the video on the computer, we get a repeat performance. Too funny.
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March 14, 2010 at 7:53 am
Ha ha….my doorbell rings and Grady just lays on the couch looking at me as if to say, Well hurry up and answer it!
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March 14, 2010 at 10:06 am
Exactly like that here, one tenor-one baritone. People have learned that it may take a bit to calm down the dogs before the door can be opened.
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March 14, 2010 at 5:27 pm
georgie,
Thanks so much for making me feel more “normal!” 🙂
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March 14, 2010 at 10:29 am
Yep—I laughed. So familiar. Except for Chico, the little, fat Chihuahua who may or may not rouse himself to merely wag his tail.
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March 14, 2010 at 5:27 pm
gramps,
I’d love to see Chico wag his tail.
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March 14, 2010 at 1:05 pm
I miss my dog choir – thank you for allowing me to hear the beautiful cacophony once again 🙂
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March 14, 2010 at 5:26 pm
Sue,
I’m sorry you miss your dog choir. 😦 Happy that we could help. 🙂
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March 14, 2010 at 5:10 pm
Oh yeah. I get that. Except we have no doorbell, and we have glass doors. So the sight of a car or a person
…or a falling leaf
…or a bird
…or a squirrel two hundred feet away…
sets them off.
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March 14, 2010 at 5:25 pm
June,
Seriously, that is too funny. I brought the girls here from Maryland, where our house also had no doorbell (house was built in 1928) and had glass doors. We can so totally relate!
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March 14, 2010 at 5:40 pm
Before you moved there from Maryland, I remember vividly that the girls were my best protectors whenever you were away from town and to this day I still miss them! No one would want to come in when they barked like wild dogs…
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March 15, 2010 at 10:05 am
Wow! Love the moment at the end where one tries to start sniffing *underneath* the door for clues as to who might be there. 🙂
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June 22, 2010 at 2:12 pm
Lol! Loved this video! That is my house too, but only Flora (my eleven years old dear friend) make the chor! Lol!
It is so lovely to have dogs…
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