People laugh at me when I sit with my back to the wall and facing the door in a restaurant.
People laugh at me when I stand back and watch a crowd from a distance.
People laugh at me when I stop at a red light and don’t pull all the way up to the car in front of me and leave enough space to be able to pull out if I need to.
People laugh at me when I carry my gun to places like church or the shopping mall.
People laugh at me when I try to give them advice about their personal safety and things they do that could make them an easy target.
People laugh at me when I don’t pull up directly in front of the store I plan on entering and look through the windows before I go in.
People laugh at me when I don’t open the door for someone without a card to swipe at the ATM or when I don’t use an ATM on the street.
People laugh at me when I tell them that I will die protecting someone else from criminals, terrorists and bad guys.
And yet so many people cry when something happens like the senseless murder of innocent people at the airport in Fort Lauderdale last January
While those people will keep laughing, the Sheepdogs will keep an eye on the flock and make sure the predators don’t hurt you.
The Sheepdogs never laugh, because they know better.