I'd like to think that instead of being embarrassingly wimpy, Vinnie actually is overly protective of me. Today's perpetrator? The Windex bottle. The "squeak, squeak" of the nozzle was pretty menacing. Vinnie growled and was not convinced when I told him it was ok. Reminds me of the night he growled at the earthworm, daring him to come any closer to us.
My cousin Jen says that he's just sensitive. :)
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