En Guard!

Snowy perches on the arm of the couch as I sit watching reruns of BBT. He is alert and poised, ears up listening to the distant barking of a neighbor’s dog. Clearly he is guarding his food source with great courage and bravado. Nothing will stir him from his post… except if you rub his belly while he sits there. Then his head starts to bob down, his eyes glaze over and before you can stop it from happening, he falls off the arm of the couch onto the floor. He quickly picks himself up, shakes himself off and resumes his position on the arm of the couch. And I resume my belly rubbing.

When you have a dog to amuse you, you never actually need the TV on.