Iggy, do you hear that?
“Huh?”
That noise.
“Huh?”
Outside. Garbage pickup. You know, loud truck, banging noises, right in front of the house. Shouldn’t you be at the window barking at them and guarding your territory?
“Oh. Yeah. Ufff.”
Gesundheit.
“No, that was it.”
What?
“Ufff. Done. Wake me for dinner, will you?”
You’ll be up by then. You get dinner at 8:30 in the evening. You know that.
“I meant your dinner.”
Nope.
“Eh. G’night.”
Yes, Iggy did, in fact, just react to the garbage truck noises in front of the house by opening his eyes, letting out a lazy “ufff,” and staying on the couch. Because watchdog, people.
The Iggy Dialogues 
Awww, it’s a dogs life!
Yep. Lazy bastard dog. 🙂
What a sweet boy. He knows what’s important.
Yep, he definitely has his priorities in order. 🙂
Time to polish up the ol’ resume, perhaps. 😉
Nope. He has a lifetime contract, I’m afraid. But to be fair, I don’t pay much and he’s on call 24/7.
Have you missed the dinner Iggy? I always bark at the garbage guys, they remove tons of treasures every wednesday…
Sshhh — don’t tell Iggy there’s anything interesting in the trash, or we’re doomed. 🙂
Iggy. A dog who knows what he wants.
Naps. Iggy wants naps. 🙂