Esmé and Poppy can do a decent imitation of guard dogs. Someone walks by the house, they charge to the fence, they bark a few times. Let someone walk past with a dog, and well, that’s a whole different story. One that demands lots of reminding just whose territory is being trespassed upon. If they’d hide their waging tails, they might present more of a menace. But let someone stride towards the fence, and Poppy stands right up, ready for a new best friend. Esmé is a bit more reserved; she’ll hang back until she realizes that pettings are being handed out, and she isn’t getting any. They are genuinely all bark, no bite.
The resident squirrel appears to have figured out the same thing. He used to pause as he travelled across wires out back of the house, looking down at the 2 barking creatures, knowing they all knew the dogs couldn’t touch him. Then I began seeing him in the tree over the sunflower seed feeder. The clue was Esmé and Poppy barking like nitwits at something at the time only they could see. Gradually, he stopped retreating to the high branches, and I finally caught a glimpse of him. Then he really got nervy. He leapt to the next tree into the yard, and came down to the seed feeder.
The dogs did not like this one bit, no not one little bit.
I let them inside, thinking the squirrel would retreat to wherever he goes. But no.
Eventually, he got full and departed. I’m confident we’ll be seeing him again. Soon.
A good guard dog can finally get some rest.