'Dog' thinks postman.
Kevin delivers the mail on the south side of the street while Snoops growls, snarls and barks at this daily intruder. No harm ever comes of the larger than life barks he demonstrates behind number 42's double glazed, wood effect, window panes. Up the north side he delivers all the needs I have prior to the 21st and grateful I am. The postman, in his sardonic fashion, is disappointed with our dog. His venom is stayed, but Snoopy doesn't understand that the man in red is not a threat. It may be that Snoopy responds to some mental extensions that proceeds balloon-like from Kevin? I calm Snoopy and explain that the mailman isn't any threat, but this doesn't resolve his desire to warn off. Our dog; he knows more than we can ever understand.