The dogs are never more zealous in their guarding duties as when I’m sitting in the spa pool.
I’m not so paranoid that I’m going to attribute to them enjoyment at my discomfiture when I have to keep shouting “Shut up! Stop barking!” and eventually have to go and grab them, wet and dripping, and drag them inside so I can enjoy my spa in peace. It seems more in keeping with their over protective style that they’re concerned at my vulnerability as I’m soaking away there, out in the open in my togs, at the mercy of any marauding neighbourhood monsters, postmen, or cats.
