The other day, my husband and I were trying to train KC to "Help me!". So Brian wrestled me to the ground while I yelled "KC help!" (through my stifled giggles). She just sat there and silently watched. I was hoping that she'd at least run around and bark at Brian to let me go. Good to know that if I ever get attacked by someone, KC will be a good witness.
Now my husband is away for a few days, which makes me uneasy being by myself at night. It doesn't help that KC keeps looking into dark… Continue