(Does this shirt make me look fat?)
Tuesday I got my Thundershirt as promised. Dad put it on me and I wore it for 10 minutes per the instructions. It felt…weird. While I did feel calmer at first, I found it difficult to walk because I’m not used to wearing any type of garment. I mean, it’s not like I’m one of those Toy Poodles who dress up all the time! Mom took it off and I gave myself a good shake.
I wish I’d had the Thundershirt a few hours earlier, when Dad was messing around with Vacuum Cleaner. Barkfest 2013! Dad couldn’t get Vacuum Cleaner to work, so it was just making a lot of noise for nothing, and he ended up taking it to the shop. Dad came home with a new Vacuum Cleaner and my old nemesis, which Mom promptly ordered out of the house and into the recycling bin. One down, one to go!
I have a new job as Security Guard Dog. This afternoon, I lay on the floor near the couch, watching over Grandma (who is here for a couple of days) while she rested and whispered quietly to Ghost People that I could not see. Mom says Grandma is talking to people who have passed on before us, but I didn’t see anybody come into the room. But I’m watching all the same.
At dark-time, after tucking Jamie in bed, I patrol the house, double-check on Mom and Dad, give a pass by Grandma’s room, then bunk down in Jamie’s room to keep a sleepy eye on him all night. His room is at the end of the hall and if anyone comes in, I’ve got a vantage point. I’m on guard til morning watching over my humans. And if you’ve got dogs, I’ll bet they are watching out for you, too!