Proud of him

All during the week that my mother and nephew were here, Murphy slept out in the living room instead of on his dog bed in my room. This was entirely his choice, and Belle, given the same choice, slept on her bed like normal. But I had guests in the house, one upstairs and one down, and Murphy, knowing this, chose to sleep out in the living room in a spot where he could watch the downstairs guest, the stairs leading up, and the door to my room as well as the exterior doors. He slept in that spot all week, even when I summoned him into my room one night just to see what he'd do. (He laid down on his nice soft bed for a few minutes then went back to his chosen spot in the living room.)

This is why I love this dog so much. Without being tasked with the job, he took it upon himself to spend his nights watching over everyone in the house, even though it meant giving up his own bed. I got up a few times during the nights to check, and he was always out there, watching quietly from his spot. And I went back to sleep knowing that nothing would happen in this house without him detecting it and sounding the alarm.

He's a good dog.

A damned good dog.