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Puppy Super Powers 2.0. F


Fall is here and that means one thing: smellavision is back. So, this morning, the Roo was staying busy being her total Nosy-Rosie Diva self, lounging in front of her big screen 3D TV (Mom calls it a win- dow?).


While Rosie was breathing in the


aromas and taking note of the important activities from lizzies to birds, I casually walked over, gave her a quick sniff and sauntered away. Because that’s what cool dogs do. I was already getting comfy in the


next room when, without warning she launches the EBS (Emergency Bark-cast- ing System) Alert. This was most definitely not a drill. She barked, then I barked and we continued this urgent warning signal to our human companions…danger, danger, danger! When I got back to Rosie, she was spinning around while maintaining the EBS alert. You’d think she’d know this is no time for showing off her multi paw- tasking skills. But, there’s no stopping a Diva.


Well, come to find out, this was all


over that fraternizing feline again. She was back, prowling about being all cat-like and decided to be extra snarky. She planted her twitchy self directly in front of us, self- assuredly protected only by the big screen force field that stood between us. So, that is what set off our alert. Mom must have received the message,


because the next thing we know…boom! The door popped open and my super puppy cape unfurled as Roo and I gave that cat a good scare. It was a chase that ended much too soon for us. Quite happy with myself, I roamed the perimeter, checked my tree-mail, left my own message for the next dog, and then we took mom for a walk. And, you will not believe what we


found. Apparently we had scared that cat to stone. I could barely believe it myself, and had to sniff it to be sure. My super puppy powers have apparently reached an entirely new level. That’s a lot of dog responsibility, even for me. Looks like I’m gonna need a


bigger cape.


Life from a Dog’s Perspective is a series written for The New Barker by Guinness the dog (as told to his mom, Lon Martin). Photography by Lon Martin.


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