My Owner

I trot after her and settle on my bed in the kitchen. Knowing first she will feed the humans, then the cats. I will only be yelled at if I get underfoot, finally Getting my breakfast I slowly scoff it down. Owner is yelling at me, what did I do? Oh I am in the way! Shuffling around deciding which bed I prefer today. Driving owner mad as I circle and circle then flop down. After all I must make sure I have scared off all snakes. Time to go out I bound along at owners side wanting to get there first being checked back to heel. Can owner not understand I should go first to protect the household from any dangers lurking? Yelling command on top of command, so confusing I close my ears. One word at a time please if you want me to listen! Remember Human language is not my own tongue I need time to assimilate translate and then to finally obey. Does owner not understand the more frantic they become the higher state of alert this pushes on me I can not relax. If owner is so tense and concerned there must be peril lurking. At last home owner slowly relaxes and I come down from high alert. This Mexican man stopped by and with him I did click, He spoke my language and understood where I was coming from. He taught my owner and showed how to dealt with things calmly. Oh boy yes Life is much better due to Caesar Milan.