I am here to explain myself. The other night when the male left, I felt it my responsibility to alert the female to the presence of bugs on the lawn. The female is particularly vulnerable without the male. I know this because I have seen her trying to read, and practicing instead how to draw and fire pepper spray. After it got dark and the male still had not returned I redoubled my efforts. I concentrated particularly on the fuse box and the siding around the house. I even managed to get under the house and locate the pacing female. Due to my vigilance, she spent the entire evening in a state of high alert. Finally it grew late and the male still had not returned. It is my habit to get under the house in the early dawn and alert the owners to my exact location, beneath their bedroom. This requires me to be at my best in the early dawn. In short, I dropped off. When I awoke the door was open. The female was standing in a state of shock, brandishing pepper spray. The male was hovering just over my head. “Didn’t he bark?” the female asked. I am not sure who she meant. I barked all evening. “I was just shaking him awake” the male replied. “I thought he was dead.” I think he meant me. In spite of this scare over my life, they did not seem very friendly when I alerted them of my whereabouts beneath their bedroom at 3 AM. |
Zack, doggy dreams can be sooooo real. My friend Sally (her picture is here) screams like a fire siren while she dreams. Her female's mother-in-law said that she must be dreaming that the female was beating here. Her female didn't agree.
Peace, dog.
Keep up the good work.