This morning I handled the first yard patrol with extreme professionalism. There was a squirrel on the fence doing tail nonsense, so I issued several fast barks, one dramatic spin, and a full eye report toward the kitchen window. My humans looked at me and said, “What is it, Max?” which was a little insulting because I had already explained it very clearly.
Later I went on a walk and completed important sniff research near the hedge, the mailbox, and the suspicious patch by the curb where somebody had definitely been up to neighborhood business. I also nailed a quick sit at the crosswalk and received one bonus treat. I accepted this payment, but I want the record to show the performance deserved at least two.
Back home, Oski tried to join my toy inspection before I had finished the tennis ball review, so I had to boop him gently and re-establish committee order. After that I took a tactical nap on the couch with one ear open in case a package arrived or a leaf made a bad decision outside. By dinner I had delivered at least nine useful updates, and somehow my humans were still saying, “Max, use your words.” Friends. I WAS.