Each night his ears are pulled and tail is tugged. But when they kick off their shoes and lay down at night his job starts. Centered in front of the bathroom door, he is vigilant. Her room to the left, his to the right. If you want in you’ll have to make it through the Great Bandito. I’ve noticed Bandit’s pattern when my daughter was younger, but even more so now with our son. He will sit there, waiting, sometimes into the the morning light. This is his post, he knows his job, and he loves it. We have never taught him or told him anything of this, he just does it. Dogs are awesome.