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For the newcomers, Ike is my American Bulldog. Presumably, a protector type. But he's an enormous freakin marshmallow. Like, a man arrived to provide an estimate to me on my top alternative and your dog didn't even bark. I'd some problems with arbitrary disconnects with my web and telephone a week ago. Therefore, the cable company sends out a man to correct it and it eventually ends up being fully a 2 hour journey where he shows them the equipment listed here is good and it's some thing related to the signal on their end. He's to go outside to connect his cell directly into his car charger like my phone can be used by him since it isn't while he's arguing the purpose. He was sniffed by ike got a scratch, when he first got here and then visited rest on the sofa. The wire man is out and returns in (without knocking since he was told by me it had been ok) and my intense guard dog doesn't even mix. I tell him "Ike, guy, you fail! You're designed to bark and check always shit out and listed here is some weird man entering the home and you don't even get up??" At that time, he opens another eye, opens one eye, yawns, exercises, sllloooowwwwlllly gets off the sofa, goes over to the wire man, chuffs, sniffs him, and then goes back once again to sleeping. Like "See? I did so my work, dammit, i'd like to sleep!" I told my husband about any of it that evening and said the very best opportunity we've of a puppy is the Basset Hound since Ike is faulty. My words were eaten by me, yesterday. Around 4:00 AM we visited sleep. About 4:30 the hell was freaked by Ike out. Shouting, snarling, noisy loud dogness at the front end door. I acquired as much as check always and affirmed some guy was playing throughout the house. He went off with a speed, when Ike struck the leading window. Ike gave a bark and then went directly into lay during sex with my partner. I made on the lights for several, found a car parked on the contour of the cul-de-sac (which is really a no parking place) and thought whoever it was probably threw in the towel on whatever he'd in the pipeline between Ike creating this type of fuss and me turning on the light and might come for his car and abandon when he thought it was obvious. Therefore, I returned to sleep. Works out, Ike appears to know a danger from a top estimator and a wire man and only doesn't trouble snarling and barking until it's essential. Goood boy, Ike, goood boy! And yes, I made a large deal of him when I returned in to the room so he knows how happy I'm with him really acting as an AB.