- A dog passes by my house: I'm simply extending a friendly "hello" to the passerby; to say nothing would be impolite.
- A person walks by my house: See previous reasoning.
- A squirrel walks by my house: I'm sounding an alarm to the rest of the block that a suspicious character with four legs and a bushy tail is wandering around the neighborhood.
- Someone slams their car door:
- It is impolite to slam doors.
- I call shotgun!
- I want my toy: Tradition dictates that I get a special treat every night after dinner and to deny me my chewy bone or squeaker toy because I a) am obsessed with ripping it apart, or b) have already ripped it apart the previous night and am unaware that it has been thrown out, is cruel.
- My toy just rolled out of reach: It is exceedingly upsetting when one of my toys rolls a full foot away from my mouth.
- I want to go out: Because I haven't yet figured out how to open the door by myself. And yes, the first time I go out is to do business, but every hour after that is to make sure that the squirrels haven't taken over my yard.
- Good morning!: It is polite to greet the morning (and the world) by going outside and issuing a hearty "hello" bark, regardless of the time.
- Good evening!: It is equally polite to end the day by going outside and barking a clear, crisp "goodnight" to the world, regardless of the time.
- I see crumbs on the table:
- One human's trash is another dog's treasure: You don't want the crumbs and I haven't eaten a thing in like twenty minutes! It's a win/win for everyone!
- Tidiness: Me vacuuming up your crumbs helps to keep your house neat. You're welcome.
- I just ate my breakfast/dinner: I'm howling my complements to the chef.
- There might be something there: As the Head of Security, I take "see something say something" so seriously that I am almost legally obligated to draw attention to all potential threats (even if those threats prove to be less than threatening or completely non-existent).
Now, I think that my list speaks for itself (that I don't bark too often and that when I do open my mouth it is for a perfectly good reason), but in case some of my loyal readers find themselves siding with my family (it's okay...I'm not insulted...not one little bit), I'd like to mention that, statistically, I spend way more time eating, looking for trouble, and sleeping than I do barking. But does my family call me a "Sleepy Boy?" No. They call me a "Barky Boy."