During last night’s raucous thunderstorm, my daughter woke up and called for her mom. Sprinkle was wimpering, but stayed at her post.
However, when my wife went to check on my son, Athena fled the room, ran down the hall and into my bedroom, and tried to wedge herself underneath my bed. She got halfway, and there she remained.
For I am Food Man, the Overseer of Bones and Chicken Strips, the Bather and Giver Of Medication In Tasty Pill Pockets; and lo, underneath me, she knew she would be safe.
In the canine pantheon, I am the Protector Of Frightened Dogs.
I am Food Man.