The glass guy is here right now replacing my broken window (thanks to someone’s *really* bad golfing). I let him in and he started setting up and working on the window. After a few minutes, he left to get something from his truck. Meanwhile I’ve just been working on my laptop at my dining room table with Baxter at my side.
Then the glass guy returned, came in and was putting his shoe booties on. I heard this soft, low “grrr…..” coming from Baxter. My first thought was he was burping. But he only does that after he chows down his food. My second thought was his stomach was growling. But again, we just had breakfast. Finally I realized he was growling at the stranger. I’m happy that he has the courage and is comfortable enough at home now to be a little protective. Good boy!
