WHAT ARE YOU WAGGING AT?
My new house is taking some getting used to. First of all, there are too many noises that happen at any given time–especially when my parents are cooking something in the kitchen. Perhaps that’s a sign that they shouldn’t be cooking, or uses an open flame, but whatever they are doing is causing a loud beeping sound to go off.
They call it a “smoke alarm.” I call it the noise that makes me run down the block.
Another alarm seems to be for the house. Or at least, that’s what the random guys who knock on our front door say. I don’t know what “ADT Security” means, but all I know is that when they try to talk to my dad through the door, he wont open it to talk to them face-to-face, I just keep barking to let them know that I’m the house alarm, and I do a pretty good job at it.
That’s all for now.
Sniff ya later.
My name is Chloe. I am a Springer Spaniel.