It's Baaaackkk... And Moose Has Lost His Little Mind

He's got his eyes on you!

The dog next door came back for another visit.  I'm not sure why it's so fascinated with our back yard (although it is a nice back yard - lots of trees and bushes to play under.)  For some reason, I'm thinking of her as a she - possibly because she's a spaniel with lovely black and white hair, a bit Farrah Fawcett-y.  She showed up this morning, and Moose went out to greet her - there was a lot of barking, then much mutual butt-sniffing.  I gave her a few pets, and eventually she ran off back home.

But then... she brought her big brother over.  Very big brother - I think he's a lab, but he's a big lab.  Have I ever mentioned Moose's Napoleonic short-dog-syndrome?  This visit didn't go quite as well, although it definitely cemented the friendship between Moose and the spaniel - he's fine with her now, since she's more his size.

Anyway... they have both gone back home for now, but Moose is at his most Teutonic.  He's marching around the house, barking at shadows, certain there's an invasion around every corner.  I can't honestly reassure him here - apparently, we're under attack, but since it's dogs with wagging tails, I'm relatively sanguine.  Moose, however, is not having it.