My parents say that my job (apart from looking beautiful) is to guard the house. I take this job very seriously, at least when my parents are in the house. At our city home, I lie by the door and guard against passing post men, door-to-door people, sometimes even other dogs.
But I like guarding in our holiday home best. It’s the only place I can go on the sofas. I feel like a real princess then.
I can look out over my empire and defend it against not only postmen and door-to-door people, but kids on bikes and skateboards and little furry pooches.
And when it gets too much, which most of the time, I can zzzzzzzzzzz…