Boomers

I, BruNO, don't like Boomers.

I have to tell everyone, loudly, that the Boomers are Coming! The Boomers are Coming! Bark bark bark bark woof!

And then I crawl under one of the people's legs, if they're sitting, or standing or laying down, in their cosy beds. I need the protection of the legs. All 105 lbs of me. (I lost my winter weight!)
Because humans protect me from the Boomers.
Sometimes the humans rub my ears and talk to me quietly, and then I can't hear the Boomers, and having my ears rubbed feels sooo good, I get distracted and fall asleep.

But I have to tell them they are coming, loudly, in the middle of the night.
Because obviously, the passive humans and will let them pass unnoticed.

BruNO