This is what he lives for- guarding his people.
On a rare sunny day, he sits on the windowsill and watches the front yard.
Nothing escapes his gaze, nothing is hidden from his watchful eye.
Every intrusion into the yard will be met with fierce growls, barking, and if the chance arises, a quick nip on the thigh.
It matters not that the perceived threat is outside and downstairs while he is upstairs, for he is the dog and this...
this is his job.