Lloyd’s parent’s have a new-to-them big dog, Bandit. Bandit is some sort of giant, fluffy thing that is all muscle and bark.
When Lloyd’s mom (Jane) and I pulled into the driveway late Thursday night (Lloyd had gone to stand in line with his brothers at Best Buy), I confess that I was a little nervous at Bandit’s piercing stare and loud WOOF.
Then I took a step near him and he took off running.
Jane told me, “He’s afraid of people.”
She’s not kidding. He loves Jane and Lloyd Sr. and is loyal to the core, and he might be a great alert dog with all the barking, but he’ll never chase off a robber. He seems to be a little nervous dog in a big giant dog’s body.
He’d look at Lloyd (or me) and BARK BARK BARK BARK as long as we stood still, but if we moved – he would run away like a little girl.
He spent all of breakfast staring at Jane through the deck door – standing stock still, trying to get her attention with his woebegone eyes and mentally communicate (in a loud, southern-drawl stage whisper ala’ Delmer), “Jane. JAAAANE. Don’t look, but The Strangers Are. In. The. House. They are right there. Come outside where it’s safe. I’ll show you where we can run.”