The yard smelled extra busy tonight, so I ran a full sunset perimeter with my ears up and my paws moving efficiently. I checked the back fence, the flower edge, and the corner where the breeze likes to hide its rumors. My humans said, “He is doing zoomies,” which was unfair. I was on patrol with speed.
At one point the fence made a tiny tap noise. I froze, listened, and delivered an immediate report. My people glanced outside for about two seconds and said it was “probably nothing.” That is the kind of loose analysis that keeps me employed.
Afterward I shared one half of the couch with Oski, though he took more than his agreed amount of cushion and acted innocent about it. I still managed a strong nap with one eye closed and one ear open, because leadership does not end just because the blanket is soft.
