After Emmett died, some of the hardest times for me were the quiet nights when my husband was out of town on business. Besides the companionship (yes, that was the only time he was allowed on the bed), I missed the comfort of having a fluffy, well-attuned barking machine keeping a keen eye and ear out for me 24/7.
Emmett had a deeeeeeep bark. It wasn’t a “ruff“, it was a WOOF. Sometimes, when a persistent salesperson was at the door and his lack of better training was apparent as he was trying to rush out between my legs, they would look dubiously at me and ask if he bit. If it was a Girl Scout, I’d smile and introduce them. If it was one of those annoying people selling magazines, I’d shrug non-committally and eye him ominously.
Now if you ever met Emmett, you’d know the biggest risk to your health was getting knocked over while he leaned on you for rubs, but they didn’t know that, right? And I had no desire to disavow them, or any unwanted interloper, of that belief.
At the end of the day, should someone actually break in, I’m pretty sure Emmett would have been useless other than as a warning system or deterrent. But that is a powerful thing in and of itself, and it helped me sleep easier.
Brody’s had the bark of an old dude since he was 12 weeks old. It scares the living daylights out of the uninitiated. I don’t mind, though I make it a point to emphasize to the UPS guy it’s all show just in case Brody somehow gets out since I heard those guys might be packing tasers at some point.
Koa….Koa barks like a 10 pound Lhasa. All I can hope for in her case is catching someone with the element of surprise when that tiny voice ends up emanating from an 80 pound shadow.
Who am I kidding- these guys are totally useless from a defense standpoint. What I really need to do is build a nice moat around the house, with a few arrow holes for good measure. I wonder if the HOA would be OK with that.