27 feet from the pack

Both of my esteemed sheepdogs are guarding me from the couch. The little one is nestled like a cat on the blankets where my wife usually sits. The big one is on the floor out cold. I don’t know how that qualifies as watching over the flock, but I’m pretty sure they think I’m the big dog. I am in charge of watching over them.

My wife is the human. I”m just the pack member in charge of getting the kibble. I like my pack.

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I'm a conservative Christian author who's been happily married for over 25 years. I am a Veteran of the United States Navy Naval Security Group. I speak few languages, I have an absurd sense of humor and I'm proud to be an American.

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