Max thinks his job is Guardian of the Universe. It's a good thing we live on the 6th floor of an apartment building. He's very quiet for the most part, but if something is going on on our floor, he immediately stops and listens, decides if it requires his super powers, he barks for a while, comes to get me if he feels my intervention is necessary. I have to look through the peephole and let him know that we will live yet another day. Sometimes my word isn't to be trusted though, and he has to go back and bark some more.
He chooses which outside noises are to be allowed without his guardianship. I have no idea what he bases these decisions on, but I'm so glad when he lets it go.
He really is like a TV show. I love watching him. |