I was doing my garden putzing, and the dogs were barking off and on, as they usually do. But every now and then, Max would do some serious ruffing, you know, the kind that says, "Stranger alert! Get out of here, intruder!!" He was barking at my truck which was parked right below the deck. I figured the neighbor's cat sitting in the bed or something of the sort.
When I came up from the garden, I looked in the truck, and there was no cat or bird or raccoon or chipmunk to be seen. Whatever.
Then I looked down at the truck as I walked in the house, and I got it. Max was barking at himself!! He saw his own reflection in the window of the truck! This was roughly what he saw ....
|See? This was his view! Well, except he saw himself, not me and Lola.|
|And here I am, barking at myself!!|
I am so frequently amused and entertained by these guys. But now Max and I have to take a nap. We are worn out from our protective barking!!