Our dog is very protective of her family. Thankfully she does not bark excessively and get us in trouble with the apartment complex. However, she does spend the vast majority of her waking hours guarding the apartment. She looks out over the lawn, giving a little snort whenever she sees someone pass by the window.
She does not bark at any dogs except for one: a small yorkie that I’m sure is very nice, but she for some reason views as a threat. The yorkie is the size of an overweight guinea pig, so I have no idea why the dog gets so upset, but she does. She barks and whines whenever that little rodent with bows in her hair walks by. The dog also freaks out and howls when the hubs walks around the building so she can’t see him anymore. When this happens she throws herself on the ground and “ROOOROOOROOO!”s her great displeasure.
I’m glad that she is so protective of us, although she is so petite I don’t think that she would be much help if we really were under attack. The hubs is the REAL protector of our family, even though the dog thinks she is.
Last night the hubs all of the sudden sat up in his sleep, then started talking.
Hubs: 48, 54, 72, maybe…maybe a little more than that.
Me: Hmm… what, Buddy?
Hubs: I think, I really think 54. That’s enough.
Me: 54? 54 what?
Hubs: 54 feet. That’s how many it will take to protect her. Probably 54 feet, minimum.
Me: Oh, ok… you think 54 is enough?
Hubs: Yeah. That should be far enough to keep her safe.
Me: Keep who safe from what?
Hubs: Oh, don’t worry about it, Baby. It’s ok. Nothing to worry about.
Then he leaned over, gave me a peck on the forehead, and rolled back over to sleep.
I don’t know who the hubs was protecting in his sleep, but I do know that with him around I feel much safer.