So, Jenn leaves me in the morning, and as soon as she’s gone, men start trying to tear the house apart. The only reason they have not yet succeeded, I am sure, is because I am here to protect it. I stand guard at the window every day to make sure they know that I am watching them. I do my best to intimidate the men all day by staring at them and wagging my tail. They must realize my wagging tail could beat them into whimpering puppy-men, because they disappear before Jenn makes it home in the evening. Then I stand on my hind legs and wave my paws at Jenn to let her know I’ve kept the house safe for her all day. Whew…. it’s a hard job, but it’s what I do.
On Being The Dog of the House July 24, 2006