Surprise Zoomie Attack

September 29th, 2015

Bailey surprised my husband and I with a “zoomie” outburst in the house.  It was not that we have never experienced Bailey zooming around like a deranged puppy.  Normally, she has these fits at the softball field, playground and sandpit as well as on the local trails and in our yard or garage.  Her zoomies do not occur on a regular basis.  We usually have no warning when one is coming on but she is often very jubilant beforehand.  Bailey will suddenly go from a sane, obedient pup to one who is charging around with her tail tucked under her back while emitting a cross between a growl and a grunt.  Commands are useless at this point.  The whites of her eyes dominate and drool starts to foam around her mouth making Bailey appear like a rabid dog.  She will run at top speed in circles or dart back and forth with no purpose.  The first time that it happened was unsettling for us.  We have learned to let the leash go rather than risk being dragged.  Bailey is now over 90 pounds which gives her super strength when added to her momentum.  These fits do not seem to last long.  I have not figured out if it is because she is too tired from using up that pent up energy to continue or whatever set her off has passed – like an itch that gets scratched.  It is weird but not unusual as other Newfoundland dog owners can attest to experiencing similar zoomie moments.  We just wait until she gets it out of her system and then resume our walk or play.

On Monday, the two of us were talking while sitting in our living room.  Bailey was nosing my husband and getting more excited with each passing moment – the thumping tail wag was a dead give away.  Suddenly, Bailey went from 0 to 60 mph in a blink of an eye.  Picture Bailey not as a sleek Porshe sports car but as a dump truck at top speed.  Unlike the open space of outdoors, our main living area is somewhat confining.  She did manage to circumvent hitting the end table by the loveseat as she headed for the dining room.  I was not quick enough in turning around to see where Bailey was rocketing towards before she looped back into the living room after side swiping the dining room table and chairs.  Bailey may have lost her senses but I hadn’t.  I grabbed her by the collar and used her momentum to get her into the entry way.  Once there, I whipped open the garage door and she lunged through it with little assistance from me.  My husband and I looked at one another and wondered what that was all about.  After a few minutes had passed, we checked on our crazy Newf who was now lying out on the cool cement floor of the garage.  We found Bailey panting as if she had just run a marathon and not even feeling slightly guilty of springing a surprise zoomie attack on us.

At 35 weeks, Bailey is now 41.9 kg or 92 pound 6 ounces.

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