Dogs stare at us for their own reasons.
Myself got so surprised I almost pottied on me. It happened when Mommy opened the back door, like she always does, and I went down the steps, like I always do. My head was busy thinking about which way I wanted to walk when I froze where I stood. Right there in my yard was a huge giant dog with blinking lights all over himself — and he was staring at me! I stared back then, swishing my tail and walking stiffed-legged, I made my paws go toward him real slow-like as I barked so big, all of me shook. Mommy told me he wasn’t a real dog — he was a Christmas decoration. Myself didn’t care who he was. He wasn’t supposed to be in my yard. I rolled back my lip, showing my teeth. I meant to growl, too, but my snarl came out a burp. That’s when Mommy picked me up, making happy sounds. Myself didn’t know why she was laughing but I did know I scared that guy plenty bad ‘cause, as Mommy carried me in the house, that dog kept looking at me but he didn’t move even one little bit.
“Face your challenges with conviction.”
– Author Unknown