For better or…for worse. Fid Boy acts out in his/her role as Master of the the Night Watch Brawl…you know, like in Rembrandt…so the Night Watch part. Or, at least, doggo is ready for one with baggage. Cause, as asleep as they may be, there comes an adrenaline burst when that little extra something night-sound is heard. Bingo! And Fid Boy is out on a limb to somewhere, be it the roof or the backyard. He is bound to the tradition of the…Watch Dog! And boy, does he do it! Arfing and woofing!
The Watch Dog is as old as the man/dog relationship. A dog is all senses a quiver and ready to gallop. Talk about having a buzz on. Fido takes the cake in an A for effort in this vein. A dog’s head is on a merry-go-round of snarling beasts that he must take care of…for once and all.
Or, Fido will have failed. And that is hard on a dog…and that is why some will yap all night and even on days. They cannot fail. Add it up, and, as they say, failure is not even an option. Your mutt is allowing you leeway on safety. And Fido is going to fill any gaps with his sonorous calls towards threats he sees out here. He can do but nothing else. It is part and parcel of the commitment to the people around him.
And, I suppose, most don’t even consider that Way of the Dog, as it seems so old fashioned…but it is present here in the Book of Dog…