A Turkey struts across the lawn.
A gang of youngsters join in.
There is a pair of eyes down that trail. The racoon facing those eyes looks to be alert.
Is this a showdown of some sort?
Hazel is a grown up. She is almost two.
She has more moments of calm.
(So lady-like!)
She is even allowed on the bed with the other big dogs.
Clover still isn't willing to be pals with Hazel. Though she has lightened up on the growling, the dirty looks continue as does the occasional snubbing.