No One Seems Concerned But Me

Y’all…

I am not going to get worked up about this.

I don’t have the energy.

I have things to guard.
The few things that are still here.

Because strangers keep coming to the “city” house.

They pull up.
I hear them.
I take my position.

(Security is clearly a one-dog department.)

I start the growl.

Mama: “No, Sassy.”

They walk up.
They ring the bell.

I bark. Stranger danger.

Mama: “Quiet, Sassy.”

I’m sorry—
who exactly is handling security then?

Because from where I’m standing,
it is me.

I understand that they don’t speak dog, but this isn’t advanced communication.

This is intro-level dog.

Growl = problem. Bark = bigger problem

And yet –

Daddy opens the door…

…and lets them in.

Just… invites the situation inside.

Now these people walk around
looking at my things.

Things I have personally supervised for years.

And then—

they point…

hand Daddy some paper…

and suddenly it’s theirs.

Gone.

And apparently this is special “green” paper.

Now I don’t know if you are aware,
but dogs do not see colors the same way you do.

So from where I’m standing—
that is not green.

That is just… paper.

Paper you cannot eat.
(Yes. I checked. More than once.)

How is that paper is worth more
than my belongings.

Make that make sense.

Because last time I carried something off,
that was called a problem.

But if a stranger does it
and waves around their not-green paper—

suddenly it’s fine.

We’ve got a real loophole situation here.

And this didn’t even start inside the house.

First it was the yard.

Daddy brought a bunch of things from his “extra house”
and put them out there.

I went to inspect.

Tiny tables.
Little Chairs.
Mini beds.

Mini beds.

For… who exactly?

Because I have never seen a mini person in this house.

Not one.

So I don’t know what Daddy has going on out there…
but I have concerns.

Serious concerns.

And then people just came
and took that stuff too.

No questions.
No approvals.
No Sassy involvement whatsoever.

So now here we are.

Strangers in the house.
Things disappearing.
Paper changing hands.

And me?

I am guarding what’s left
with very little patience
and absolutely no trust in this system.

Because clearly,
no one seems concerned…

but me.

Sassy The Wonderdog.

…

Anyway.

I don’t have time to keep explaining this.

I’ve got a house to watch.

And a section of the sectional to defend.

Because I am a very good girl. 🐾

— Sassy The Wonderdog 🐾

Still waiting to be included in major decisions…

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I will allow it. —Sassy