Inhanced personal security
Some things require compromise. In my case, the relative security gained by having a live-in dog, weighed against the luxury of a full night of sleep.
Some context. Imagine that we are just past midnight. I’ve been in bed, long enough to have some dream activity. And then, Bum! The dog is in the room. Right beside my bed. And I am now alert. He doesn’t say much, but I know that he is watching for any movement on my part. Call me the “Keeper of the Treats”.
As I said, there are levels of compromise. I rarely get to sleep all night. However, I have never had to ward off an attack by Ursus Horribilus. And I owe that to the hairy fella. Don’t snicker. You have a burglar alarm? Have you had a burglar. There, it works. In my case, I have a personal guard against unplanned bear attacks.
A dog (my dog) is a wonderful companion. Signals the arrival of unabbounce visitors. Picks up food that has fallen from the table. OK, not my dog, but I have heard that others in his species provide that service. Screening of open doors (if he doesn’t simply leave to wander the area). Picks up fallen food scraps. I know, I covered that already, but I am trying to inspire greatness, going forward. Hours of entertainment, as the dog climbs on the couch and then falls off. Every day.
I have to come back to the protection against wandeering grizzlies. It works, 100 percent. And I haven’t stepped on good food in a long time. The other stuff gets picked up. But you know what I mean.
And so, as I dream of uninterrupted sleep, think about me, fondly. And if I show symptoms of chronic fatigue, blame the dog.
