In February of 2003, I gave Dan a little, furry, black poodle named Max for his birthday. That little dog came to our home and lived a very pampered life. He never knew he was a dog because we never treated him that way. Then, in July of 2006, Jonah came to live at our house and that little, furry, black poodle had a serious meltdown. Life as he knew it was over and therefore, life as we knew it with him was over!!!
While we still love this little dog, he has become quite annoying. He barks incessantly and never seems to settle down. We took him to the vet a few months ago and he said we had two options. We could either start him on Prozac or do some behavior modification with him. We tried the second option first but had zero success.
Last Thursday, the barking was so bad that we just about lost our minds. He barked at every car that passed, every leaf that fell, every whisper that was within 2 blocks of us. It was bad! Dan put him in his lap, closed Max's mouth and had a serious discussion with him.
But, as soon as Max got down, the barking began again and the little hair we have began to fall out! Dan looked at me and said "I'm calling Dr. Gregg tomorrow!!!"
So, Friday, he went to the vet's office and picked up our first dose of Prozac for Max. Dan gave him 1/4 of the pill and within minutes we could tell a difference. He was so low key and quiet. He only barked when necessary and was not the least bit high strung. Scott, Cassie and Cooper arrived to a normal, sane and cooperative dog. Whew!
We haven't used it since Friday and don't plan to use it except on the days he seems to be out of control or when we are having company. I no longer feel the need to drop him off at the pound!!!