Guy's Page

Guy has a very important job in our household -- he's the DOG of the family. He is about fifteen years old, and was supposedly intended to be a miniature Dobermann Pinscher. However, he's twice as big as the breed standard, and certainly did not get the Dobermann-shaped head. That's just fine with us, because we like him just the way he is. Guy takes his duties very seriously. Like any proper dog, he takes it upon himself to make sure that at least one member of the household is asleep at any given time. He also remembers on a regular basis to remind us to use up that big bag of dog food by his crate, so that it doesn't get stale. There is one duty at which he excells -- WATCHDOG! No burgler, meter reader or mailman will ever be able to enter our house unnoticed. In fact, Guy barks at anyone coming to the door, anyone on the walk outside, and anyone within range of his sensitive little ears. His most carefully nurtured hatred is for mailmen. By extension, anyone else carrying any sort of bag becomes an honorary mailman; this includes UPS deliverymen, newspaper carriers, schoolkids with backpacks, and neighbors with grocery sacks. He is always overjoyed when we get home, curls up beside us to keep us warm (winter or summer), and takes care of us when we are ill. After all, he's the DOG of the family, and that's a very, very, important job!

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