I may have my fears, but Todd has none. Scottie's are nicknamed "the Diehard" in reference to their rugged character that is tough, determined and ready for action. Todd is fearless and feisty. He is also a hunter. Unfortunately. Nothing in our yard gets past him. Sadly the rabbits that built a nest right next to our fence didn't know that (and I didn't realize they were there) and two family members were lost last week, when Todd dug a hole under the fence to get to the little ones. The rest of the family remains safe as that area is now cornered off.
Turning his attention to something else, for the past several days Todd has been curiously and obsessively looking at something by our barn. I thought (and hoped) it was probably a mouse. Yesterday he began barking wildly and hysterically. It was a high-pitched bark as he ran back and forth along the side of the barn. I gathered my courage and went to see what he was barking at. I saw nothing other than the hole he had dug by the fence. I asked him to come inside, which he reluctantly did. A few hours later, thinking whatever was there was probably gone, I let Todd out again. All was quiet for a few moments, then the frenzy and excitement began all over again. Taking a deep breath, and saying a silent prayer for my bravery, I went to see what it was, and it was then that I saw it.
A box turtle, that was digging its way into the yard. I breathed a big sigh of relief.
I took it outside the fence, where Sheba, being a Golden Retriever, tried the more diplomatic approach to make friends. But the turtle would have none of that and it turned to leave.
Then it changed its mind and turned back towards the fence for another encore from Todd, who gave him one.
I think I saw it take a bow as it turned around and went back towards the woods.