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.