Guard Dog
Last night, Jenna got a chance to do a performance of “I’m a big, mean guard dog, and if you try to come through that door, I’m going to eat you for lunch”.
It was 8:30, and hubby was at church. The Things were in bed, and I was in my Raiders jammies (great visual, eh?), sitting in the rocking chair, knitting. Suddenly, someone knocks on the front door, and Jenna starts barking like crazy.
I can barely see out the peep hole on my tippy toes, but I looked. There was a guy out there I didn’t recognize so, with the door closed, I asked who it was. I didn’t recognize his voice, and I couldn’t tell what he was saying (I could see well enough, though, to know he wasn’t a cop or a fireman or anything), so I just didn’t open the door. Jenna kept barking for a while . She even jumped up on the door. Eventually, the guy went away. Jenna’s barking woke up Thing One, but other than that, everything was fine.
Hopefully, the guy wasn’t bleeding to death and looking for help from a compassionate person! It was great having Jenna get all protective like that. When hubby came home later, he was pleased to hear how Jenna had performed.
