Some professionals with important responsibilities “make rounds.” Physicians make hospital rounds. Security guards make rounds. Military personnel go on patrol. Beau and his assistant, Camo the cat, make their daily rounds by patrolling around our ranch. It kind of ticks me off. I will explain.
Beau is a Yellow Labrador Retriever. God designed him to, well, retrieve. God invented other breeds to patrol. For example, Great Pyrenees dogs patrol the perimeter. We used to have a half Pyrenees/ half Australian Shepherd who could both herd and patrol. Beau has refused to accept his designated role in life. So has Camo.
Each morning at first light, Beau and Sadie wake us up by shaking their collars. They do not bark. They do not scratch at the door. They shake their collars and have trained me to respond by letting them out.
Sugar, my sleepy wife, has trained me to get out of bed and attend to the needs of the dogs. I let them out the front door and, as they go around the house to the back door, I prepare their breakfast. I feed them on the deck. So far so good.
However, after breakfast, Beau and Sadie leave the deck to do what nature calls them to do. I stand in the kitchen watching through the windows. I watch Sadie come back and let her in. I watch Beau, joined by Camo, go on patrol.
That would be cute if we had a regular yard. Their patrol takes a long time and involves crossing a bridge, disappearing in the woods, checking out the barn, and sometimes going out on the road before coming back up the lane to the house.
The tour takes about 20 minutes, during which time I look out windows on each side of the house, sometimes losing sight of the pair. All the while, Sugar is in bed. All the while, I am eager to return to bed. All the while, Beau and Camo take their sweet time.
I suppose I could do a few hundred push-ups while waiting, but then they would be out of my line of sight. Being the sentinel is as important as being on patrol.