Hello. It’s me!

They’re crawling out of the woodwork … tourists, or as I call them … “Threats”. We have for categories for threats.

• Real.
• Perceived.
• Rusted Metal.
• Chupacabra.

Tourists are real, and therefore they are classified as “Real” threats.

I like to set up my post at the confluence of local streets that connect to a major arterial. It’s not like I have a choice, this is where I live after all and this is the only place Dad will allow me to monitor threats without the restrictive limitations of a leash.

Wait … is something there?? Chupacabra? Airborne rusted metals?

It’s important to monitor all possible directions … to the north …

… to the East where the wide open and largely unprotected arterial exists …

… and to the South, where just about anything can suddenly appear from behind the house.

On a glorious Winter morning, I didn’t identify a single threat. That doesn’t mean that the threats weren’t out there … it just means I didn’t identify any. Was I frustrated? Absolutely. Pixelated? Sure!

But the day is coming, oh yes, mark my words, the day is coming when a tourist (threat) presents real issues … and when that happens, I’ll be on the job, first to alert my peeps of the potential for danger.

Hello!! It’s me.

These are odd times … temperatures around 65-72 every day. Mom and Dad like to spend time in their spa. I’m left to spend time watching them.

Sometimes you just want to do something … anything. So when Mom asked me to go to a quilt show with her, I’m like, “I’m in!!”

Mom was busy quilting, so Dad and I decided to survey the grounds … check out the pups, if you catch my drift.

And then, just then, I see one of “those vehicles”.

Those vehicles contain one of two things …

1. Packages for Mom.
2. Treats for Me!!

If “Treats for Me” is an option, one must pursue the dream, #amirite?

I asked Dad … can I pursue the dream?

The answer?

YES!!

Unfortunately, the building entrance closed just after the FedEx delivery employee entered the building. This seems to happen a lot to me.

So I waited … and waited … and then, just when I was about to give up on the dream, he reappeared.

… but alas … no treat.

So I’ll wait until next time … eventually the right employee will exit the truck with the right treat … for me! After all, those vehicles are everywhere.