Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Come into my parlor

This morning we got a big surprise. We were all set for a traumatic day, for Fran and for the dogs. Our 25+ year-old furnace and air conditioner are being replaced. Many strange men in and out of the house all day.

We were ready with our plan of sanity - crate the dogs. Kongs and Tanzanian Mountain Balls all prepped with kibble and peanut butter, just waiting for the HVAC truck to pull up.

But the guys were early and the plan fell apart. I was getting dressed - just barely decent and I vaguely heard the door open and people walking around.

Our wonderful little yappers didn't make a peep. Three men tromping around the house, up and down, in and out, and the dogs just wiggle at them and follow them around.

It's a very good thing that the mere presence of dogs is known to be a deterrent to break-ins. If anybody ever tells you that Brussels Griffons, Boston Terriers, or French Bulldogs are decent watchdogs, you have my permission to call him a liar.

1 comment:

jan said...

Misty, my alpha Poodle, would point out the family silver to interlopers, but the other three would pretend at least to be fierce.