October 25, 2005

White Dog was patrolling the yard when something behind the storage shed triggered a red alert. Receiving no response from either her friendly greeting or to her challenge bark, she assumed an aggressive stance and growled a deep threat.

Whatever it was (Steve thinks the neighborhood tomcat was safely in the tree branches above the wall) refused the challenge but didn't retreat. White Dog snarled and postured until I forced her to come inside. For the next half hour she periodically checked yard conditions as viewed through the bedroom window...we remained safe from attack.