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Enjoying the Sunset? Actually, Guinness and Rosie are staring


down the ducks on the embankment. Time to herd those rascals back into the lake. Pronto.


Caped Crusader.


One day last week, Rosie and I dropped for a snooze after a rousing duck herding session. We had assumed the classic doga jazz pose, “Share it with the World:” paws up, furbod curved to the left, head back and meditate. “Close your eyes…relax…deep dog breaths…feel your puppy-power packs recharging.”


In this half sleep state, I heard Rosie


start snoring, then I heard mommy com- ment to daddy about how much their lives have changed since getting “the furkids.” Of course, I knew they must be referring to Rosie since I’ve been here forever.


In fact, mommy and daddy didn’t


even exist until I came on the scene. And it’s a good thing I showed up when I did, too. My GPS (Guinness Protection System) has been running at full pawer ever since. Oh, sure, I can be a bark-a-lounger with the best of them. But when that doorbell


rings, I spring into action. My super-puppy reflexes take charge as I alert them and


everyone within several scratch n sniff stations nearby (mom calls them, neighbors?); the ringing bell of impending doom is crouched just outside that door. And it’s not just me. Usually, when they open it, there’s someone on the other side — obviously confirming my alarm and imploring them, sometimes with boxed gifts, to address this straight away. Sigh. Someday they will get it fixed. Until then, my GPS stays at red alert for any future outbursts by that perilous portal. Even at that young age, I knew my destiny. To become


the Canine Caped Crusader. And with my unfurled cape and those super puppy powers came the mad skills to be faster than a speeding squirrel, able to leap Rosie in a single bound and rescue Mommy from the clutches of that villainous vacuum cleaner. Yes, on my turf, this Caped Crusader always bags his kill.


The Canine


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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