That large, brown and tan dog is near my porch

I see you and you better not come up on my porch. You are looking away and are afraid of me. Yes, you know what happened the other day when you howled barked at me the other day. You saw my teeth and heard the rumblings of my voice. Now get outta' here. This is my porch and you don't belong here. And, hey, quit peeing on my Mom's bushes. Mom, make that dog go away--see how afraid of me he is. Ha, ha. Okay, I'll come in the house 'til he is gone. Don't want to have to beat his a--. And now he's gone and I can go outside. Wow, it's cold out here. Where's my snow booties? I'll just walk around for a while--not too many smells when it's this cold. Great, who closed this gate. I can't get in under my tarp. Yes, Mom I hear you, I guess I'll come inside. Oh, a biscuit for me? Yum, this is good. Wonder why Mike and Pat haven't given me any biscuits lately. I'll have to talk to Mom about this. It's nice and warm in the house and my tummy is full, must be naptime. Later.