Saturday was a busy day around our house.
Tammy rented a 20-foot ladder so I spent most of the day cleaning out the gutters.
It was tiring work but it was nothing compared to Savannah’s day.
Before I started mowing the lawn I moved a chair in the driveway so it would be in the sun and Savannah knew that meant it was her day for Neighborhood Watch.
There’s never any trouble when Savannah’s on duty.
I think I see some trouble makers over there.
Move along, nothing to see here.
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She sat in her chair for close to two hours. The only time she got down was when she saw the mail woman walking down the sidewalk. She knows she has treats.
I said move along. Don't make me come over there.
When's my shift over again?
Wait, I think I heard something over there.
Oh, I think is that lady with treats.
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I'm still on the clock. No photos please.
Once her shift was over she came downstairs with me to watch football games. Well, she didn’t do much watching.
Neighborhood watching is hard work.
Apparently she was even protecting the neighborhood in her sleep because I looked over and saw her feet twitching and lips moving. I got out the camera and recorded some of her dreaming moments. Savannah chasing bad guys in her sleep.
I put her in Jake’s bed a little later and found her like this.
What? You never seen a dog sleeping before?
We all slept a little better last night because we Savannah was keeping the neighborhood was safe, even in her sleep.
The Life of J-Wo 
I can’t believe she just stays on her chair! Wonderbutt is far too nosy for that! Savannah is so adorable. Makes me want another bulldog. Don’t tell Cap’n Firepants…
Yup… She’ll just sit like that for long periods of time. We don’t have a fenced in yard but I never worry when I let her out because she won’t go off the patio except to do her business.
When she’s ready to come in she stands at the door. If she thinks she’s been waiting too long she hits it with her nose so we’ll hear it.
Tammy wants another one too because Savannah’s too big to sit in her lap anymore. hahaha…
My dog Nacho is wondering if Savannah is single.
Savannah is adorable! She deserves a chair cushion for all that hard work.
If you want to really bedudfle a cashier, hand them, say, a $5 for a $3.70 purchase, and then say “Oh wait” and hand them two dimes after the machine has already told them what they should give you. They’re always like “No, you’ve already given me enough.” “Yes, but I want two quarters back in change.” This usually stumps them into silence while they struggle with the math and why an obviously evil customer has screwed with an otherwise simple, machine-aided exchange.As an aside, I was always called upon to do simple calculations in the newsroom of my college paper. “We don’t know math, we’re journalists!” my peers would gleefully cry. Yeah dude, I score *heavily* on the verbal side of things as well, and almost failed pre-calculus (the concept of imaginary numbers made my head almost explode) but I can ADD AND MULTIPLY, YOU FREAKS! And then there’s the argument of journalists ESPECIALLY needing to understand statistics, at the very least…anyway…
Meow Meow does the same… I mean the sleeping part =)