[yorkietalkjilly]

It's not epic or funny but my Tibbe spends a good deal of his day sitting on my sewing basket by the big window in the living room looking for cats and other bogeys. I have tried and tried to get a good picture of his doing this as it is so cute. That little grey, tan and blue tiny terrier, sitting straight as an arrow with his ears pricked to the max, neck a little arched for better scent, on the prim sewing basket with its tufted top and breaking bad on anything from squirrels to the postman and everything that comes into his field of vision - but, if it is a cat, he explodes and crashes into the glass making the loudest noise that will wake the dead. It's worst in the middle of the night to wake up to this sudden madness of barking, toenails on glass, thudding and bumping sounds and the miniblind clanging into the glass! It will stop your heart - almost literally - to wake up out of a sound sleep to all that crashing and barking. Late at night, I go off to bed and there sits Tibbe at his post, watching out the front for cats and who knows what. Time and time again I have tried to sneak in there with the camera but the moment I press the button for focusing, that teeny sound it makes is enough and he turns and looks at me. A little hostile, stinkeye look as if to say, "Mom, seriously???? I'm WORKING hard here, trying to keep us safe and sound & you want a cute picture now!?!?!" And then he snorts. He snorts every time he sees me with the camera. He divides his time between the big front living room window and the big den window but evenings and nights, it's almost entirely the front that he feels he needs to guard the most. He sure does take his job of protector of the homestead seriously! I think that is especially sweet in a little bit of a dog just over 5 lbs. What in the world gives them the impetus or machismo to try to keep us safe and keep the marauders out when they don't stand taller than a figurative bad guy's ankle? Little toots!