Laughing because little Sophie hated the squirrels. Chased them out of the yard, even when she was so sick. Once she cornered a baby possum, baring his tiny teeth, in the front room (little thing had found the open slider and thought...hmm, this looks like a good place). She was relentless with her barking. I used the same approach as you, put her in another room and took the broom to gently nudge him back outside to find his mother.
Charlie finally barked a cat out of the yard yesterday; showing some Yorkie behavior.
Since I hate to even write the name of the creature that slithers, you are lucky i't wasn't one of those! I was always in fear little Sophie would bring in that gift. |