I recognized the sound. Sometimes I hear her coming to the door when my person’s not home. All I can do is peak out the window (don’t tell my person because I have to get up on the couch to do that – but it’s not my fault it’s in the way) and maybe bark a time or two. Then when my person comes home she finds a package sitting at the door.
But this time my person was home and she opened the door when my friend came up to it. Well, guess what. It seems my person and this package person know each other. They used to hang out together at this place called “work.”
And this package person (my person says she’s our mail carrier) is really cool because she likes to give me loves. Loves and packages.
I wonder what’s in that package she brought me. Maybe treats – or a new squeaky toy.
What, person? What do you mean that package isn’t for me? What do you mean it’s something you ordered for my younger person?
Then I think you’d better get on your computer right now and order me some packages. But make sure the delivery is spread out so I get a new one every day. And make sure you’re home when they come so I get my loves too.
Woo woo! Packages and loves every single day. What more could any dog want?