I think of myself as a Sentinel. I think it has something to do with my heritage. I am part terrier. Grammie says that I must have come from the line that hunted badgers. She says this because I like to make holes in the yard and shake the devil out of my stuffies. I looked up the meaning of sentinel. Per some dictionary it means: noun: One that keeps guard; a sentry. Transitive verb: -neled or -nelled, -nel·ing or -nel·ling, -nels or -nels To watch over as a guard. To provide with a guard. To post as a guard.
I take my duty very seriously. I have the ability to take out an achilles tendon in one bite. I have a guard tower in the front of the compound that looks out onto the vunerable area. Daily there are intruders that dare venture into my area. I start with a low growl. It is fearsome to many. If they are demented enough to venture closer to the compound I let out with a loud and terrifying bark. Usually this is enough to send the intruders on their way. At times there are the ones who dare set foot on the thing called a porch. It is then that I must leave my tower and go to the main gate. My brothers join me there, even if they do not have the same killer instinct as I. (except possibly Edgar as we have seen his kills) We know that intruders are fearful of the mob mentality. I have taught this to them. It does work because the intruder drops what is in his hands and runs for his transportation device.
I spend a better part of my day that I am not napping on this duty. My question is: Why does that big red haired guy that is always laying in the big chair yell, "shut up Moco. I'm going to squirt you if you don't shut up? I have yet to figure this out.