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Featured to your left is my dog, Watson. He’s a wire haired fox terrier and this past August turned twelve years old. Now if you know me, you probably know I love this little guy to death. He’s so cute and I think he’s pretty funny. He likes to sit in chairs (on his ass, with his back against the back of the chair and if you’re lucky, his arm on the armrest), he makes old man noises and he, from time to time, gives the evil eye.

However, he isn’t exactly the best guard dog. He’s really brave behind glass, but he’s scared of pretty much everything and has leapt into my or my mother’s arms when confronted by larger dogs. And I seriously mean leapt.

Well, last Saturday (well, not like, a few days ago the Saturday before that) Kat and I went to our five year high school reunion. After the stuff at the school, we went out for dinner with Melinda and our friend Adrienne, and then to Stella’s (which, practically no one came to). Upon coming back to my house (Kat was going to sleep over) I realized that I did not have any house keys.

I stood at the front door searching through my purse, but no luck. We were locked out. I thought that both of my parents were home and asleep, but it turns out just my mum was.

So we’re standing there, knocking on the front door. And who trots up to look out the glass? Why, Watson. So we’re thinking great! He’ll see us and be like, who the hell are these idiots trying to get in my house? And start barking.

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Yeah, no.

Instead, he was like YAYYYY!!! And stood there, wagging his tail. Then he started to whine a bit because we wouldn’t come inside and see him. Kat and I are standing there going, “BARK. BARK WATSON. BARK!!”. Then Kat opened and closed the mail box pretending to be the mailman in hopes that would get him to bark (he hates the mailman for some reason). But noo, nothing. He just sat there happily wagging his tail and wondering why we weren’t coming inside to play with him.

In the end, I called the house on my cell phone in hopes that would wake my mum up. Which it did and Watson was quite happy to see us.

What a great guard dog, eh?