Kinda quiet 'round my place yesserday. There I was snoozin up on OP Zoe. Both eyes was closed but one ear was open.
Heard a big truck noise.
Opened my eyes. Sure enuf. FedEx truck in My driveway!
RED ALERT! BARK ALARM CODE 3!
Tux jumped up on OP Zoe and commenced barkin too. No Tux, I need ya to cover the outside! Start that high pitched squealy bark that ya do and run over to the back door.
By this time, Mommy had jumped into action too. She let Tux out the back and was headin to the front door. Tux was layin down cover barkin from the side of the yard.
Hurry Mommy! The dood is already outta his truck!
She opened the front door while I covered from the big front window.
I saw him hand Mommy a big flat envelope. I knew there weren't nuthin in there for me.
But I kept up the barkin while Mommy came back inside and the guy drove away.
Things clammed down again after that.
It's not all 'citement alla time 'round here but it's sure good to keep in practice.