My dog has exceptional love for the meter reading guy. I like him too, mind you, because he's just nice and sweet and very gay, but she actually runs to him to see him. She was upstairs in bed and he came inside and headed right downstairs like always. He asked about her and I said she was sleeping. Not 30 seconds later I hear skittering paws and she came running downstairs looking for him. She even went down the basement to see him, which is one of her least favourite places. Now she's sitting by the front door waiting for him to come back. Poor baby. Her meter guy won't be back for another month.
And this is why my dog could never be a guard dog. Strangers are her best friends as long as they pet her.
And this is why my dog could never be a guard dog. Strangers are her best friends as long as they pet her.