Pierre is a snow-white
West highland Terrier, but more often than not, he is a dirty white. As many of you are aware, he is living with
us while his mom, our daughter, is living in Alaska. Before he moved in with us, he lived in an
apartment so he never ran loose outside.
When he first moved in, everything was new and intriguing to him. The things that lived outside startled him. He would jump when lizards rustled through
the garden and wasn’t really sure about squirrels. It didn’t take him long to adjust and start
exploring his surroundings.
He finds lizards
fascinating and chases them as they scurry in the monkey grass and
along the railing
of our porch. We have quite a few
tailless lizards and I think many of them have moved on to other yards. Frogs still hold an allure to him, but we try
to keep him away from them. I’m still
waiting for the time he discovers a turtle.
Bentley will bark relentlessly at a turtle, so I’m sure that Pierre will
too.
We were outside
with them one night when a possum decided to walk along our back fence. Pierre spotted him first and alerted Bentley. The two of them leapt on the fence in a
frenzy. The possum hissed and ran back
and forth which only