My guard dog. Good thing she looks vicious, because she would probably show anybody who walked into the house where the good stuff was, as long as they fed her or threw her ball. As I run around in the morning, trying to get ready for work, it seems that she takes up residency where I will be sure to have to pet her on the way by. Since I've been "living" in the basement, she spends a lot of time waiting for me at the top of the stairs.
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