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.”
Brad says
Haha! Your descriptions are hilarious! And now I’m picturing a big white dog saying: “We thought you was a toad.”
Deborah says
“Do not seek the treasure.” That dog knows more than you think.
Peggy says
Awww Bandit, you’re a cutie! And you sound a little like my Forrest. Are you afraid of watermelons, black shirts, and bags as well?
Christina Rowland says
Big dogs are great! Most people would not know he’s a scaredy cat, because most people just won’t get out of their cars!