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Sebastian is the protector of all in our house. He sits regal as a lion at the top of our white stairs (I can tell it's his favorite from the grungy paw prints) and surveils his domain. Even when we put silly hats on him, he does not abandon his post. It's also the best vantage point for seeing new visitors. God forbid that visitor is a man. The howling... the baying... the gnashing of teeth... Usually my teeth gnash as well with the racket.
If not on point, Seb also spends long hours with chin perfectly perched on windowsills which are his perfect chin height, slobbering away at all the postmen he would like to gnaw on and rogue neighborhood dogs that dare to lift their scrawny legs at our lawn. Always, with the caterwauling, to let us know he's doing a damn fine job of protecting his bevy of woman and children...oh, and maybe CG too, although I doubt man or beast would cop to liking each other. CG's favorite name for Seb is "shit for brains." and I am sure Seb would come up with a few four-letter humdingers for CG if he could.
Today, however, I look forward to each whimper, growl, and bellow coming from his 85 lb. canine chest. Why? It signals yet more UPS, DHL, and U.S. Post men arriving at our door delivering Christmas presents. Not for me, silly. I couldn't care less if I get anything this holiday. No, these are my presents ordered online. Thank God for Amazon.com. 
I await two more packages (delivery very uncertain because I used a non-Amazon vendor--please God let the one from Santa show up!) and all the rest are wrapped and ready. The bike is even fully assembled BEFORE Christmas Eve.
I await two more packages (delivery very uncertain because I used a non-Amazon vendor--please God let the one from Santa show up!) and all the rest are wrapped and ready. The bike is even fully assembled BEFORE Christmas Eve. Yes, Christmas is coming and I might actually be done with gifts this year in time to start holiday cards before they become Valentine's Day cards. Let's not talk about finishing the house lights, the dust everywhere, the playroom disaster...
I know, let's take more humiliating pics of my canine best friend in silly hats!
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