These fosters...

Don't even know about all the important things I do around here.  Every week, on Tuesday morning, these big, monstrous trucks rumble by with crews of unknown men.  They come and raid the bins at the front of our yard.  Every week they do this.  And these fosters seem totally unable to prevent it.

So, being the loyal guy I am, I decide to give them a good bark from my window and send them packing.  Then I go find that foster lady.  I sit near her and watch to make sure she is safe.  She says hi and pets me, which is great and all, but I try to tell her I'm working here!  Somebody has to look out for these people...  What if there were lions on those trucks?

Another Tuesday, another truck-man invasion repelled.