A friend arrived with her 5 lb Papillion dog (cutest little fellow) Friday evening. Once in the house, he immediately decided I was his new best friend and hopped on my lap (where he stayed until it was time to call it a night). Saturday morning I let the girls out (we were curious to see his reaction--the girls are bigger he is). He stood on the deck and watched them. I was in the yard feeding. I called him and he came running to me lickety-split. Once he got to me, he sat on my foot. Well, the girls have only seen BIG dogs.
Myrtle: Is that a RAT? Squawk! Squawk!
Harriet: It can't be a RAT! It doesn't have a TAIL!
The whole flock got in on this discussion. They were running back and forth, squawking! Stretching their necks, puffing up their feathers, flapping their wings. I could not stop laughing. I had to pick the poor little boy up and bring him in the house. After that, every time he went outside, he'd look to see if there were any of those "scary" birds on the deck.