. . . from those pesky squirrels. At least keeping them off the bird feeders in our yard. That’s a never ending job for Sydney. And she takes her job very seriously. I have to admit that I enjoy watching their acrobatics on the feeders. But I’d never tell her that.
As soon as the screen door to the deck slides to the side, the squirrel(s) freeze … and wait. Sydney trots out, goes directly to the railings and scans her yard. The squirrels scatter to a nearby tree or the fence.
She bounds down the steps and stares them down.
As she creeps forward like a good herding dog should, the squirrels hurry from branch to branch, tree to tree, until they’re in their safe spot. This time it’s mid-way up the Dawn Redwood.
She plants herself at the bottom of the tree, stomps her feet a couple of times, and watches. And warns. And makes sure the message is clear.
The world yard is safe now. Syd can take a well-earned rest and store up energy for the next squirrel invasion.
Happy Dogs on Thursday everyone! Thanks for coming by to visit.