Excitement over the weekend

(Initial stage setting - our house has a fenced-in backyard that Moose considers his own personal fiefdom.  Well, his and the birds and the squirrels.  He's shed blood defending it - around here, it's referred to as "the night of the raccoon" and "the night of the raccoon II - this time, it's personal".)

The bush on the left - that's the one that was defiled

  So, we're sitting in our usual spot, Moose mostly snoozing but doing an occasional security check out the glass door in back of us, when suddenly he went into full-on berzerker mode.  Roger looked out as well, and saw that one of the neighborhood dogs had somehow made it into our backyard.  Worse, this cocker spaniel was lifting his leg on one of Moose's bushes!  Well!  Moose was not having this - he was ready to go out and do battle, but saner heads (not to mention heads that had to pay the vet bill last time he was like this) prevailed - Roger grabbed the snarling, struggling little studmuffin and handed him over to me to hold until he calmed down (little whelp headbutted me in the process, which proves how out of control he was), and went out to run the fences.  Turns out the gate had collapsed, so we're going to have fix that before Lili and Daisy get here, as I've been informed that Lili is an escape artist par excellence.