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Big Brown

Brown TruckThere’s a big brown truck that comes by here some days. Sometimes it stops in front of my house and a person gets out. Sometimes she comes right up to my door. I don’t know what business that person has coming to my door. I don’t know her. I don’t think my people know her either.

When strangers come to my house I bark. I jump up on the back of the couch so I can see out the window and I bark and bark. Nobody’s coming to my house unless I allow it.

My person tries to get me to stop barking, but what does she know. Doesn’t she know I’m trying to protect her? After all, who knows what that person might be up to? Pretty suspicious – dressed in the same color as that truck. She probably thinks no one will notice her leaving the truck when she dresses that way. She thinks she will blend right in. But she doesn’t.

I must have made it clear to that person that she’s not wanted here because she comes up to the door and turns right around and leaves. She gets back in her truck and drives away.

Take that, you brown clothed person. Just try coming to my door again. I’ll show you who’s the boss around here.


Posted by on January 4, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor


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