Doggie Sense

I'm not the biggest fan of corn, but I tell you, if any of it drops on the floor, I'm there. While my adoptive parents cook, I usually stand guard like a soldier, ready at a moments notice to trot to their aid. But it doesn't matter where I am. When food stuff falls on the kitchen linoleum, I get a tingling feeling at the back of my neck and I run. I am the doggie equivalent of Spiderman.

This is one of the reasons I would make a good mayor. I am vigilant.