Emasculated No More

Here lies our gorgeous and regal lion of a dog, Sebastian, King of all...bugs and fire alarms.

Yep, you heard me right. When you tell Sebbie to sic'em, he looks from floor to ceiling to attack and eat whatever offending bug is in the room. You don't want to know what he's eaten. He'll even go after very large beetles although they are hard to get past his lips; you can tell when they crawl around and his mouth quivers before he gulps them savagely whole, even the prickly ones.

Right now, he's on alert because we have a smoke detector beeping. He's whining non-stop. He's learned that opening the oven (which is ridiculously placed below one of our very sensitive smoke detectors) incites the beeping that causes his people to wave newspapers mercilessly at an unknown foes; so he now growls at said offending oven. Every time we open it now, he's on alert. He must protect us from the magically invisible beings that escape and cause that incessant f#%-ing noise.

I said to CG, at least we know he'll rouse us from our beds, before there's any possibility of a house fire.

So here's to our Smokey the Bear Fire-Fighting, Bug-Eating Dog who thinks only he can prevent burnt creme brulee.

Here's to the dog that will always defend this damsel from play-fighting CG, so that she always wins.

Here's to the sweet pooch that treats the area under my side of the desk as his den and my cold toe-sies as his first priority to warm.

Here's to the pooch that lets me rub is silky ears because that's my favorite even though he would much prefer me to rub his chest.

Seb, you rock!

'lisciously scribed by Scout's Honor @ 4:41 PM