Home defense is no joke. I thwart dozens of attempted break ins, assaults, and thefts every day.
Look at that two-legged creeper. “BARK!” I shout, warning him that my house is occupied by a threatening set of teeth.
“WOOF!” I combine it with a growl to ward off that four-legged menace. Other dogs make me so mad – sometimes I get a little over the top and attack the walls. Hooman doesn’t like that, but at least the house is still standing, I say.
Guard duty’s exhausting. It’s nice to settle down with a peanut butter Kong and a snooze.
This story about my favorite little boy, Hector, was written in conjunction with the April 26th Flash Fiction Challenge, Exhaustion, over at the Carrot Ranch.
We covered the windows with acetate paper to calm our dog down, and it worked for a while, but now he’s convinced he can see through the opaque covering and just barks at any noise that makes it through the walls. Oh well! 🙂