Ted is getting way too old to be thought of as any kind of guard dog. William had to run some errands and the logging truck had not come. He said don't worry you will know when the truck comes. Ted will start barking.
So I am in the living room and I feel a thud and then hear a motor roaring. I look out the window and there is the truck. I go to the back door and Ted is still asleep in her bed.
So I go over to talk to the logger. Ted wakes up and staggers over to the edge of the deck. She sees me talking to a stranger and starts barking and going crazy, hopping around.
It is official. The guard dog is deaf and senile.
The Logging Truck
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