Doing My Job

Occasionally, it becomes necessary for me to offer assistance that only I can provide. For example, who else around here has a bark like a siren? So when my mommy gets up from her desk to run an errand in another part of the house, I go along to provide an escort, alerting everybody that she's coming and to get out of the way, much like the police in a presidential motorcade. It works. No one can fail to notice her sudden appearance in say, the kitchen or the living room when I announce her arrival.