Every morning our 3 yo Great Pyrenees hits the back yard at a dead run when let out the door. And she doesn't slow down until she has made a complete circuit, with particular attention to the back fence which separates the yard from a wooded area.
I can almost hear her saying "Pleeeeeese let there be a coyote back here! pleasepleaseplease.
Alas, no coyotes, but she keeps the birds, squirrels and bunnies hopping!
Yesterday I called for her to come in before I left for work. Another part of the morning ritual. But she wouldn't come! I could see her moving around on the patio, but she wouldn't come up the stairs to the deck.
I looked into the yard and what did I see? seemingly as dead as a door nail? A 'possum! Angel didn't want to leave it although she would sniff it then look at it with disgust.
I finally got her in and sent her upstairs to check on Kathie while I watched the uh,
deceased possum for a while. It never twitched. I even began to think it was dead and not just "sulled up" as they say in Jawja. But, after I went into the house, and by the time I got upstairs,
Elvis had left the building! Angel still won't talk to me...