Let it be known, we live with two ferocious killer chihuahuas.
This afternoon I came home a little earlier than usual. I was as quiet as I could be, coming down the drive, opening the gate and getting my keys out. Usually I call out to the dogs and say hello as I unlock the doors. They respond with a frenzy of scratching at the door, and occasional high pitched yelps of excitement.
Today, while I quietly got the door open, I could hear them come to the door to investigate. When no familiar sounds were forthcoming, Paco decided a warning was needed. He started barking quite determinedly and threateningly – “This is my place! Stay away! Stay away!” Peppi, who had been scratching hopefully at the door, ceased scratching when Paco started barking.
When I finally got the door open (wrestling with Christmas shopping), there were no dogs to greet me as usual. Instead, Paco stood about half a metre away from the door with an anxious, I-am-trying-to-be-fierce look on his face, hackles slightly up. Still not saying anything, I stepped in – he stepped back. Peppi then decided she had to come and see who it was (there had been neither sight nor sound of her) – she slunk quietly around the corner, with her tail between her legs.
At this point I decided I was being too mean, so I said “HELLO!” and they both fell on me, relieved with the recognition.
I wonder what they would do if anyone ever broke into our house. If the intruders were friendly they would probably just be licked and invited to play!