I had the scare of my life tonight. Linda locked her keys in the car and had to "break" in the back door. I was a terrible watch dog. I hid and cried until I saw it wasn't a bad man and it was just my beloved human. Some watchdog I am. If Snickers was still alive, Linda might have lost her leg the minute she stepped inside. I guess he knew her smell though and it would have all me fine. At least I did not run downstairs and hide like Chip did. To make matters worse, she did not finish the vacuuming today and had to do it late after she got home. I hate the roar and vroom sound and I was already shook up from the sneaky way she came inside. It's all good now and we are snuggled on the bed.
