It was a small incident on the whole, but I thought about it on the way home, because there was something very old-fashioned in the man's looks: I could picture him dressed in a 1920's suit with a moustache, selling vacuum cleaners door-to-door, all compliments and flattery, yet when he left he'd leave with all your money, plus the pie you had cooling on the windowsill.
And then my mind started wandering, as my mind is wont to do, and I started wondering about Dorothy and her guard dog abilities. A lot of people who live in my building pass my door on the way to their apartments, so Dorothy is used to hearing many daily comings and goings. She's also used to hearing conversations of people as they pass by my window at night. As of late, however, if she hears something different in a footstep, say, or if someone pauses too long by our door, she will rush over growling and perhaps barking once or twice, and I've been amazed at how fierce she sounds! She has a deep rumbling growl and a downright menacing bark when she wants to.
She's still just as likely to lick and kiss a burglar to death, but if I were lurking outside and heard the sounds Dorothy makes, I'd think twice before breaking in.
Dorothy thinking go ahead, make my day.