Crazy Dog- or is he?

So, someone (I assume the Hydro Man) tried to get in our back yard. All I heard was barking- off I fly to the back door, calling the dog, nowhere to be found.  I take a look around and find the back gate wide open. I am feeling rather frustrated now, thinking how the heck did the gate get open? So now I am freaking out, the dog is gone, I am in my pijamas, he doesn't have his collar on, frik?!? What do I do now? I open the front door, the neighbour lady is standing backed up to her door, looking rather panicked and Timothy is sitting on the front step wagging his tail looking rather proud of himself. I laugh; makes me think, how often do I start to freak out when someone gets to close to my gate? Meaning when you ask me about something that I don't want to talk about, I start to bark- I'm not interested in sharing everything with everybody, especially if you haven't earned the place to ask about it. Does this make me any less crazy then my barking dog? I don't think so.  And if I take this even closer to home, how many times do I bark when Duy asks me something that I don't want to talk about- the person I am closest too in all the world, the one who supports everything I want to do, loves me most- yup, I bark. 

So I guess Timothy comes by it honestly, maybe he takes after his mother, and then again, maybe sometimes I am just a bitch.