He deserves his very own tuna melt!

Our pupsters save us from marauding garbage men every Tue. morning.

they take away perfectly good stuff that dogs want and need.

Mine got into my bathroom trash can which contained used kleenex and spread it around my bathroom. He bit my legs while I bagged it up for the trash. Apparently garbage men would kill for used kleenex. Who knew?

Must protect the pack provisions!

Does your kitty eat the tissues, or just shred?

He's not sure what creature is making that terrible noise, but he will make sure it doesn't enter HIS yard

It's one of the many perks.

He helped me cut short encounters with door-to-door salespeople as well. I'd be struggling to hold on to his collar while he was pulling and barking over their sales pitch.

Tuna melt reward. Yum.

Hope the mail guy didn't have a heart attack, though lol

It always cracked me up when our black lab did his “big boy” bark. He thought he sounded all tough, but the noise that came out of him was surprisingly loud “Boooooop!” We tried not to laugh and hurt his feelings but it was difficult. My yellow lab, on the other hand, could sound quite ferocious when in protection mode.

Lying out on the sun porch a frisky young squirrel trotted up. He raised his head, watched the squirrel walk by. My Son said,” Hey, you are a dog, you are supposed to bark at that squirrel!”

The squirrel strutted past, she barked once! The squirrel took off! No sense wasting barks at her age.

You should see the fancy patchwork quit couch she has. Hand made.

they didn't leave me very messy poopbombs in the kitchen floor as my reward.
Their bichon stomach's must be very sensitive.

A simple reward for doing their job!

...I want some tuna melt too...Gotta fresh loaf of sourdough bread in there I can make them with. How do I make tuna melts?

Just doing our jobs, thank you. And yeah, pass the tuna please!! (Because we're all so cute of course) 🥰

And all they need for rewards is tuna melts.

My pup barks at plastic bags, we had one on the patio that fell out of the trash can, it was a bag from inside a cereal box. My snap doggy detective said it looked nefarious.

with a dog on it, and it says, "Ring the doorbell and hear the song of my people." Our 2 chihuahuas live up to that admirably.

Our doggie, passed away at age 12, and she would bark the sound of her people. She was a short legged dachshund, American Bulldog, Jack Russel, with 5% or less of American Pit bull mix and she scared everyone away from the front door. She had a chest of big dog, and sounded like a 60 lb dog was behind the door. I always thought that she was a Straffordshire Bull Terrier, (did a dna test) and found out she was so much more. I was never afraid to answer the door. Once, when she was in failing health, and didn't hear the door knock, a young man asked if he could hear the song of my people. I said, "No, not now, she is sleeping." I miss her.

i nearly bought that doormat and still may.

who was pals with the mailman. I found out that the mailman would give my dog a Hershey's kiss every day. I know chocolate) Well our mailman retired and one day my dad had to restrain our dog from taking a round out of the new mailman who obviously must have been a serial killer, and obviously wasn't carrying Hershey kisses.

... worse, the SIL has a motion detector in the front linked to Alexa, and every time Alexa says "motion detected at the front door," she goes wild. Problem is, the motion detected could be out on the sidewalk and nowhere near the house.

Another reason why I don't keep a gun in the house
By Billy Collins

The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.

The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
I close all the windows in the house
and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast
but I can still hear him muffled under the music,
barking, barking, barking,

and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,
his head raised confidently as if Beethoven
had included a part for barking dog.

When the record finally ends he is still barking,
sitting there in the oboe section barking,
his eyes fixed on the conductor who is
entreating him with his baton

while the other musicians listen in respectful
silence to the famous barking dog solo,
that endless coda that first established
Beethoven as an innovative genius.

-- Mal

Thankfully he and his ‘Gang of Four’ protected you and the boys since you were all holding tuna melts!

without a dog, but they always alerted us to any danger. The mail person, a stray cat, or squirrel. They always did their job and we always loved them for it. Husband still goes for a walk, even without the dog.

did you ever see this, it cracks me up

My lovely chow girl was a neglect and possibly abuse case. We did a lot of training to try to make sure she never became a fear biter. (She never did.)

We got her when DH was working nights and was concerned about my being home alone. Unfortunately, once we got her, we discovered that she was terrified of her own shadow. But once she became secure enough to listen and take some direction, we taught her things to improve our relationship, as a game, and occasionally to help out. One of these was 'Do your job".

"Do your job' meant that I was answering the door. She was to do her already solid sit-stay about 8 feet behind me. The person at the door didn't need to know that at 7.5 feet, she would pee copiously and run as far as she could. As focused as she was on the person, it looked like I could snap my fingers and say "Kill". Nobody ever gave me any trouble.

So in the wee hours, DH and I were awakened by loud banging on the door. I didn't know if the house was on fire, or what, so I pounded down the stairs at top speed, hitting every light I could reach and yelling "Do your job, do your job". Autie was right behind me, sounding off like a rabid Rottweiler.

I looked out the door to see a pizza guy running full-out for his car. He frisbeed the pizza through a window into the back seat and burned rubber peeling away from our house.

Sorry, not sorry. We didn't call for a pizza and there wasn't a light on at our address. I am sorry for the guy who eventually took delivery of his pizza.