When Pritch was very young, we'd often unload the dishwasher or run the vacuum during her meals and then later moved to banging on some pots and pans (some trainers suggest slapping two 2x4s together). During our walks, the city proved to be full of unexpected noises, like rumbling buses, clanging garbage trucks, and thundering Harleys. Even the summer thunderstorms gave us plenty of noise. Through all of this I watched Pritch closely to gauge her reactions, and I was glad to see that she was unfazed. She has never been a timid dog.