Tinker has a habit of lying down on the landing and watch us or Rebel in the living room.
I remember the second time my parents met him. They were able to get in the apartment but couldn't get past the stairs. Tinker was barking like crazy, which woke me up (and not my phone ringing when my father called me to help out).
Tinker was a few weeks with us then, and he was still slightly underweight for his age. Pretty damn proud he would protect our home despite being small and even though it was my parents he was barking at.
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