We'd just returned from an evening drive. Buffy hopped out of the car and we were walking around the house when I saw him. Amazingly, she ran immediately back when I yelled. He never even flinched when I yelled, just kept walking slowly across the yard and moseyed on down to the compost area.
Big 'un.
ReplyDeleteI'm calling him a male. He poohed a bunch behind the shed. Luckily, it's one type of scat that the dog prefers not to roll on.
DeleteHahaha
DeleteShe probably ought to. It might make her invisible to him.
ReplyDeleteAnd to think, we traveled up and down that hillside close to sunset! He was probably watching us from somewhere.