But she did keep us safe for over 12 years.
We were given advice after our first house was broken into, "Get a security system or get a big dog." We got both.
The deck on that house was one story high. You had a pretty good view of the east side of our neighborhood if you stood in the corner where the railing was attached to the house. Maggie liked to sit there and keep watch.
One day a guy was walking down the sidewalk on our side of the street. He was one of those sketchy dudes that leads with his belt buckle when he walks. He had a hoodie tightly covering his head, his hands were jammed into his jeans' pockets, and he was nodding to music only he could hear.
He caught our attention at the same time. We looked at each other, and then Mags growled and began aggressively barking at him, "Woof! Woof! Woof!"
Without giving us a side glance, Mr. Sketch immediately turned 45 degrees and quickly crossed the street.
I smiled, looked back down at Mags, and patted her shoulder, "That's my girl." Maggie wagged her tail, but she kept her eyes on his back until he was out of view.
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