Home again

 Got back from Brutus' house last night.  We had a great time protecting Becky together. I am kind of worn out. I have no idea how long I was there but it was epic!

Becky is, of course, my honorary grandma. She dotes, she pets, she talks to me like I am royalty (as she should). But let me tell you, sharing her lap with Brutus is no joke. That little guy thinks he owns her! We squabbled, yes. I may have delivered a strategic side-eye. He may have tried to nudge me with his snout. But I am grace under pressure. I only barked when necessary. 

We patrolled Becky’s backyard like professionals. Every squirrel, breeze, and imaginary threat was noted and barked at thoroughly. At night, instead of my crate (thank heavens), I claimed the lazyboy. A soft throne for a soft king. I stretched, I snored, I dreamed. 

All in all, it was a good stay. I love my Becky and Brutus!