I know what you’re thinking: “How did a smart dog like me end up like this?”
Simple.
Blame it on the pigeon.
When my owner is away, my job is to protect his domain. Now that I think about it, that’s my job 24/7. But I’m getting off track. The point is that the patio and railing belong to my owner, no one else.
Since our home is so high off the ground, there’s not much for me to worry about. That is until the pigeons arrive. They must have a six sense because they only pester me when my owner is gone.
They land on my railing in droves, cooing like crazy. Talk about an obnoxious sound! I bark and scare them off, but before I can sniff myself, they’re back. I bark louder, they fly off, and the scene repeats like something from a bad movie. You would think these bird brains would tire of the rigamarole, but I guess that old saying is true: birds of a feather flock together.
Late in the afternoon, I’d had enough. My owner would be home soon! If he saw all the pigeons, he would doubt my ability to protect him. “No,” I told myself. “This ends now!”
I growled to get their attention and barked my ultimatum.
“Get lost, or you’ll wish you had!”
A few got the hint and glided to another railing.
I barked even louder at the remnants.
“Last warning! Fly away, or you’ll regret it!”
All took to wing except one. This rebel pigeon puffed out his chest and cooed as loud as possible. I bared my teeth and barked loudly. Instead of flying off, he hopped down onto the patio and strutted about like he owned the place. Can you believe the nerve of this guy? So I barked. I growled. I flashed my pearly canines. The hair on my back and neck stiffened, and my tail shot into the air. I tried to give him a fair warning. After all, I’m huge compared to him, and I’m not a bully.
Did he take the hint and fly the coop? Nope. He hopped onto my water dish and took a drink. A DRINK! I lost it. I pounced, but he headed for the railing.
“Oh no, you don’t,” I growled.
I charged and was about to win the day when…well, you can see what happened. I forgot all about the railing.
My neighbor must have heard all the commotion because he came to my rescue. Aren’t humans awesome?
Maybe you think the pigeon outsmarted me, that this was his plan all along. Who knows. But I’ll tell you this much, next time, that bird better be careful!
