a happy dog lives here :)

When tiny chumley first came to live with us, he had no idea that the low and very kielbasa friendly windows in the front of our house would become one of his favorite places to be.  The tummy warming sun first drew the little kielbasa to this special place, and kept him there long enough to see that there was more to this spot than just a chance to warm his little loafy body. It was also a place upon which he could observe his new and unfamiliar world.

Soon his puppy like quiet observation gave way to occasional barks, which grew in frequency and intensity as his sense of home and place also grew.   As his roots grew deep, so too did his role as finely tuned barking machine,  letting us know from these windows when there was even the slightest change to the lands he now claimed under his jurisdiction to protect.  

I am not exactly sure when it was the first time nose met glass during his barking tirades, but I know it happened sometime after he promoted himself from junior lieutenant to grand poohbah of all he surveys.  Now our windows are often graced with an ankle high layer of smudgy schnoz marks, and I am endearingly reminded that a happy dog lives here, in a home he calls his own. :)