Just when I thought I was going to have a normal morning, my husband called us to the window to observe a bear in our backyard. After snacking on the breakfast buffet (our compost bin), he chewed on our hoses (to get a drink of water?), and then knocked over one of the potted plants to peer inside the sun room. Afterwards, he settled down for a nap. Good thing the wiener dogs were inside! Oh yeah, not a peep out of them. They’ll bark at every Tom, Dick, Harry and squirrel, but nooooo, not a bear! Guess that was good though. He would have snacked on them, too. Go figure! What a day!
I once had a pair of dogs that would bark at blowing leaves, bicycles, imaginary cats, etc. My next door neighbor, a highway patrol trooper, regularly parked his marked vehicle in front of his house. The houses were really close together in this neighborhood. One night, somebody broke into the vehicle and stole the radio, a shotgun, and his laptop. I think he figured nobody would dare. Well they did. There was broken glass all over the place. It’s not like they silently jimmied the door lock. And my dogs slept right through it.