Closet Day

Well it's closet day and I'm having a fit.  There's some guy here who's going to make her closet nice and neat so she can jam all her stuff into it and not have it look like a disaster as he would say.  Only problem is, I don't know they guy and he's stressing me out.  He pulled up in his truck and I haven't stopped hissing yet.  I barked and growled and let him know that this is my house and who does he think he is and I thought it worked cause he looked scared...but now he's in and out of the house back and forth, walking around like this is his place!! AND the worst part is he took his big old tool box upstairs and I followed...after all thats my room and what happened?!...I got clunked right on the head with that box.  She said served me right for chasing after him as he walked up the stairs but what the heck!!   A Westie's gotta do what a Westie's gotta do and that's protect.  Who needs a German Shepherd or a Doberman when you got me.  ooh gotta go...he's back!!