it's the thought that counts.

Last April-ish I accidentally adopted a dog. Along with floppy ears and a curly tail and a funny walk he also has a healthy dose of German Shepherd in all that mix.

It can be a good thing. He's protective! He's intimidating! He's allowing me to freely roam dark alleys!

Yeah, well, about that. Turns out he's convinced that the biggest threats to my safety are trash cans, wheelchairs, and toddlers. And therefore, they must be barked at. Repeatedly and loudly.

I guess if I ever happen to bump into a 2 year old thug in one of those dark alleys, I'm set.