Last night we went to the patch for a spot of empty-ing before bed time and we said hello to an old dog chum. While we did this this big dog came running up to me and my male parent. The dog didn’t have a lead and looked quite aggressive so I growled at him. I’d never growled at another dog before and it came out a little high pitched (next time I’ll clear my throat first) but it did the trick. The big dog ran off, thankfully, he was three or four times my size. Who’s the DOG! Who’s the DOG? Me. I don’t like the idea of being a guard dog because of the long hours, the boredom and tiny TV sets, but when called upon I am a real dog! Felt quite proud of myself and my parent was very happy with me. Might try for a bone. Who’s the daddy?