Made in Richmond

Ross went at the Phillies/Nationals game tonight. So, it’s just me and the pups. It’s storming out right now and, of course, Zapp is curled up in a tight ball on the bed and trembling so hard she might actually make her teeth fall out. Meanwhile, Shooter is pacing around the house, growling at every clap of thunder and flash of lightening. Ross has never seen him act like this because Shooter only gets so protective when I’m here by myself.

It’s really pretty sweet. When I’m home alone, Shooter stays close the front door where he will bark at every sound coming from the street, from the toilet, from nothing that the human ear can perceive. That is until I go upstairs where he will essentially sit on top of me until Ross gets home. He’s gotten even more protective since we got Zapp. I guess he thinks it’s his job to protect his girls. The thing is, I think if we were actually in a dangerous situation and he were presented with the opportunity to attack someone, he would probably just jump up and give the person a hug…or try to herd them toward the closet where we keep the food.

Let me leave you with a picture of him taking a rare rest from protecting our estate…

(C’mon. You know you want to bury your face in his soft, fluffy neck.)