much to my benefit, Im always accompanied by a barking dog or two when they arrive...mostly because they dared enter the compound uninvited (or at least thats how the mutts act). they rarely stay more than a second or two, let alone try to talk over the noise.
so my advice? get a big dog. watching all the blood rush out of their face when Cujo and friends greet them is worth the Sunday morning interruption.
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