Such a Mean Momma

We love our dog. Even though I threaten to sell him to the gypsies every day - we still love him. 

He spends a majority of his time on the futon in the front room protecting his people from threats like the mail person (EVERY. DAY.) or the garbage men or the across the street neighbor when he's getting in to HIS OWN VEHICLE.

He is a good dog and doesn't bark all the time however when he does bark - it's a scene. I'd managed to just get Alice to sleep and she was sleeping on her own on the bed. VICTORY!

Until someone walked down the street. 

Then the dog decided to protect us the only way he knows how - by barking like a crazy dog and throwing himself on the front window. 

And woke the baby who wouldn't go back to sleep and cried for another hour. 

Momma wasn't happy. 

This is what happens when you bark and wake the baby. You lose your front room privileges.

Now he's lost. He just sits by the front door like "how will I see the intruder?" 

Yeesh.

Until next time...