No Loitering or Soliciting on this Property

Zuul is 40 pounds of pure, solid awesome. The three of us were walking out the door yesterday on a trek to the park. Zuul jumped out first and started barking towards the gate right away. I was just behind her and noticed the object of her attention: a solicitor wearing a bad suit and worse tennis shoes. He was right at our gate and backing away fast. I looked at him. Megan came out, looked at him. Meanwhile Zuul is spouting the most glorious barks evar. I let Zuul bark for a good ten seconds to be sure she had learned a terrific lesson. I said, "That's enough!" (we've been working on that command) and she stopped, looked at me so proud of herself. I showered her with praise. Yes, he was still standing there. Mr. Solicitor decided he should probably do something with his time and proceeded to attempt contact with us. I ignored him as I was still busy praising Zuul. Megan convinced him his kind was not wanted.

Yay, Zuul!

Sorry, no pictures!

edit:

I feel bad not having pictures. You get a Haiku:

solicitor: bark!
proud as the autumn season
oh, Zuulie, You Nut