Lynn's Comments: I said in a previous note that the only thing my dog would bark at was the snow plow. I was wrong. He would also bark at squirrels. He’d stand at the porch window and wait for them to come to the bird feeder and then he’d bark like crazy. If I let him out, he’d run after them—with no hope at all of ever catching one. Eventually, this routine was as much fun for the squirrels as it was for the dog. They knew which window he would come to and which door he’d be coming from, and they’d taunt him until he was desperate. He made a lot of noise, but it didn’t bother anyone but me. It’s a good thing we lived waaaay out in the country!