Ever since they discovered how I growl at anything unusual in sight. Ever since they witnessed the aftermath of how I devoured a cockroach. Ever since I fished out a beetle with my teeth, from below the TV console, when everyone thought I was just paranoid.
I'd gladly accept that title. If you think of it, my natural instincts/talent are actually saving the hoomans some $.
First, they save on door bells. Because there is simply no need for one. Before any stranger comes near our door, the sensory neurons in my tiny but powerful (*winks*) brain triggers my K9 vocals to sound off.
Next, they save on insecticide or cockroach traps or pest busters... Because I prey on sight.
The hoomans recently went for a holiday and came across something they thought was very appropriate for me.
They only got the picture though. They didn't buy the actual thing. Silly hoomans.