Henry Overcomes a Fear!

I’ve often read that pet owners pass on their neuroses to their pets. While there is no direct correlation between the specific human behavior and the pet’s manifestation, the research suggests that neurotic pets have neurotic owners. If you judge an owner by her pet, I’m in serious trouble.

Henry, now nearly 3 years old, has always been….special. We’ve guessed from an early age that his quirks would classify him somewhere on the Autism spectrum. I blame some of Henry’s behaviors on a massive concussion he sustained during a rather raucous game of Wii bowling when he was a puppy. Andy.

He is a great dog – smart, sweet, cuddly, playful, fun-loving…he just has some strange habits.

Our great friend, Special K, spent the summer with Henry while we were at camp. She reported that he was generally good, but he did demonstrate at least one behavior that puzzled her. Each morning when Spesh got out of bed, Henry would bark at her and run in circles around the house. This was no ordinary bark; it was as if she were an intruder. It didn’t matter that Henry had slept in the same room with her all night - there was something about the morning that was disturbing to him. She admits that she does not look her prettiest in the morning, but that’s no reason for Henry to not even recognize her. The only way to get Henry to stop barking at her was for Spesh to get in the shower and get ready for the day. Apparently, Henry has a visceral fear of bedhead.

Henry made great progress toward overcoming one of his fears this weekend. Since we got Henry, he had never ventured down into the basement – the great unknown. We first noticed his fear when he was a puppy. Our laundry room is in the basement, and we have to go down there at least once each day for something. As a young puppy, Henry would see us going down the stairs to the basement and immediately run up the stairs that go to the second floor of the house. It was as if he expected us to emerge at the same place. It took him nearly a year to figure out that there must be 2 sets of stairs in the house, but he never crossed the threshold to the basement. It never bothered me that Henry wouldn’t go down to the basement until last weekend. Andy and I needed to spend most of last weekend in the basement painting and making it look more spacious for our potential buyers. We had to make trips up the stairs all day to bring up Goodwill donations or get tools from the garage. Each time, Henry was patiently waiting for us at the top of the stairs. He seemed sad and curious about what was happening, but it never occurred to him that he could just walk down the stairs to find out what we were doing. Even though the basement is finished now, I decided that it was time to help Henry overcome his fear.

Henry put up a good fight when I forced him down the stairs. It was similar to the fight he gives when he has to get in the shower – all muscle and paw dragging at first, but then he breaks and looks pathetically resigned to his fate. (Oddly enough, I get a similar reaction from Andy when I make him do his chores…) Once in the basement Henry was extremely uncomfortable. He sniffed around and seemed surprised that there was so much more house to explore, but he wouldn’t settle in his new surroundings. He paced nervously back and forth in front of the stairs, unable to will himself to go back up. I decided that Henry didn’t need this torture and would not be forced to go down to the basement again.

The breakthrough happened on Saturday. Andy was watching basketball in the man cave, and I went down there to talk to him. A minute later Henry emerged from the basement stairway. There was much praise and celebration.

For now, I’ll celebrate the little victories. My dog has one less irrational fear.