I'm taking a stand here, in my territory behind the garden shed. My chin is raised, I'm at attention and I'm not backing down! I'm not a terrier for nothing.
I know the warning signs, you see. The creak of the cupboard door, the cardboard box coming out, the pill being popped out of its metallic wrapper. It's no good Dad doing something different for five minutes in the hope that I'll have forgotten. I WON'T!!