The Intruder
A tribute to a hero who never shirked his duty.
An intruder approaches. I'm on high alert. They're getting closer. I run to the main lookout post, cortisol flooding my body. I sound the alarm. They keep coming. I call out, warning them not to take another step. I am armed, and I will use my weapons if needed. They are either brave or stupid. I'm determined to defend this location, no matter what it takes. The prospect unnerves me. I admit to shaking, muscles humming with tension. But look - they are leaving! Panting with relief, I return to my basket.
But wait! Another intruder approaches!
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Comments (15)
Aw, what a sweet ending. :) Loved this!
Hahaha, I had all these visions of a zombie army approaching...and then I scrolled down. Love it!
Hah! This was a good one! I was not ready for the twist that it was a dog on guard! So smart!
Lol what a cutie❤️My pup is the same way. Ready to defend at any time, although he is a bigger guy he loves people and usually wants to play. Great entry 😊
Ha! You have captured it perfectly. The life of a fiercely brave and loyal watchdog.
It never stops does it , especially for these sort of guards
Bow WOW! LOL. It made me smile.
haha! good dog!
Awww, that was a cute story!
When I read basket I thought, wait a minute....scroll scroll scroll....ahahhhhahahah tiny dog! Good job stringing me along!
Like a mini assault operator, this read like Clancy level military fiction. High tension till the very end... and then you realize... Loved it! Maybe tall about the barks being like warning shots?
Good boy! ❤️
Aha this is great! Great job, pup! Keep those pesky intruders away. Nicely done :)
Good dog! Such dedication! He deserves a treat!
Haha! Down with Postman Pat AND his black and white cat. Love it!