My Uncle, the Guard Dog

My dog is a good guard dog . . . in his dreams.
—Unknown

Lil’ Toot here. My Uncle Sylvester was there to protect and defend. And He did. He protected against garbage Trucks. Those who delivered the Mail. Anyone who would dare to knock at the Door. He was fierce and Ferocious. Living unstuck.

Then one lovely summer Day? It was warm. Pleasant. Cozy. A gentle breeze was wafting through the House. You know that kind of Day. His Owner snapped a Picture of Him during a rare off-duty Moment. Rest assured, He was at the ready if needed. But that afternoon . . . Living unstuck.

I wonder: Are You always prepared for whatever comes Your way? Or a bit more easy-going? I say: Take a Page from both books. It doesn’t hurt to take a Wee Nap, even if You’re caught in the act. Live unstuck. #unstuck-living#guard-dog