A Day In A Street Dog's Life

I’ve got the best job in the world: I’m the boss of the block.

Some dogs live behind fences or on the end of a leash, but not me. I’ve got total freedom. Every morning, as soon as the sun hits the bricks, I head to my favorite corner. It’s right between the blue mailbox and the big oak tree.

First things first: I have to set the boundaries. I take a walk around the perimeter and leave my "mark" on every fire hydrant and lamppost. In dog language, that’s like putting up a big neon sign that says: "THIS SPOT BELONGS TO SCOUT!"

Once the borders are secure, I take my seat. This is my throne.

Humans hurry past me all day long. They’re busy looking at their glowing phone screens or worrying about being late for school. I don't mind. I’ve got more important things to do. I’m the Neighborhood Watch.

I keep my ears up and my nose twitching. I’m checking every breeze for the scent of a stranger. If a new dog tries to waltz into my territory? They’ll hear a low rumble in my chest that tells them to keep on walking.

The city is loud, but here on my corner, I’m the King of the Sidewalk. And the view from the top is pretty great.