The other night Sampson got up off the couch and went to lie at the top of the stairs. This is his station when he is waiting for one of us to come home.

Except we were both home, sitting on the couch.

I got up off the couch very quietly so I could take the picture and then I peered down the stairs to see if my suspicions were right.

Yup, Bob was at the bottom of the stairs.

I can’t figure this dog out, some days he won’t walk thru a door if the cat is on the other side, some days he will blast thru the door to chase the cat.

So what was he doing the other night?  Was he daring the cat?  Was he guarding his domain?  Or was he watching the cat to make sure he wasn’t being naughty?

I can’t tell.   Any insights?

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