Protecting

Yesterday a friend came to the door to introduce me to his St. Bernard, which I have never met.  That set the girls off on a barking jag that lasted the rest of the afternoon.  Once they "know" they have to protect me, any little noise will send them into full on Secret Service mode.

Annie is also protective of toys, chews, and sometimes her "special space," which is behind the coffee table in my office.

These are gentle, kind girls.  But I must admit, I like the protection, also.

Murphy's Day.