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.