Btw as a single woman living alone you might want to consider getting a dog for protection. One that gets off the couch when someone enters.
In Sophie's defense (because deaf and toothless Murphy has retired from his sworn duty as my protector): When I get home from work, Sophie does indeed get off the couch to greet me. She just knows my daughter is there for some reason other than taking her for walkies or throwing a toy, so...eh. She is protective when there are strange noises or knocks on the door, or when a lousy golfer hits an errant ball off the green into what she considers HER yard. That really pisses her off.
But yeah, maybe my next dog should be just a tad bit higher strung. She's so laid back, she's a throw pillow.