In the evening when I relax on the couch to watch TV, I take my shoes off and set them on the floor by the coffee table. For some strange reason Taz thinks it's his job to watch over them. He lays down beside them, sometimes using them for a pillow, and goes on guard duty. If anyone reaches for them he growls and snarls at his fiercest, forcefully pushing their hand away with his head. The problem is, he won't even let me have them. Oh, I could take them away from him but after all, he's just doing what he thinks is his duty and I wouldn't want to hurt his feelings.
In the mornings after he growls me awake at four and we go outside to pee, he hurries back to my shoes and goes on guard duty again. I have to wear slippers until I can fool him or trick him away from the shoes long enough to grab them and put them on. One day he got back before I could put them both on, and I had to hobble around in one shoe until he finally relented.
I have no idea why he does it, or how he knows that it's four o'clock every morning and comes in to wake me up.
He's just being Taz and I wouldn't try to change him for the world.
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