The Defender

Lil’ toot here. Being a Superb Watchdog is in the family Genes. I have only barked out loud twice so far in My Short Life. Once, a Repair Man came to the Door. With a Funny Hat, He looked suspicious to Me. The other? When practicing My Greeting at the office. That Behavior was stopped . . . immediately. Gee whiz, Mom! Living unstuck.

But then, there was Aunt Betina. She had a magnificent Voice, comparable in volume to that of an Opera Singer. She could broadcast an alarm to the World. I’m sure of it. Her nemesis was Squirrels. (They don’t do a thing for Me.) But She would get quite agitated and let Everyone know the end of the World was Near. Living unstuck.

I wonder: Do you have Things You would defend with Your Life? Or do You live and let live? I say: Choose the Latter. I let Mom handle the Big Threats. I take care of Spiders and such. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#defender

You can’t defend. You can’t prevent.
The only thing you can do is detect and respond.
—Bruce Schneier