I have a furry important job at our den. I am a fierce guard dog.
No one goes up or down my street without my approval. As soon as I was tall enough to stand up in the front porch and "LOOK" (Daddy's word), I have been keeping two sharp canine eyes on efurrything that moves in either direction.
I don't bark at the postal carrier, though, because he is a guffurment offishul. I just bark at dogs, kids, big trucks, and aliens. (Well, okay -- I haven't seen any aliens yet, but between my daddy being a mad scientist, and my stoopid kitty brudder being named after a character in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, if any aliens show up on our street, trust me -- they'll be coming here furst.)
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