Well, this morning Stanley suddenly flew out of the house into the garden and started shouting at the fence at the bottom.
He's really lost it now ....... or so we thought.
Ollie (the stripy one), having the nervous system of a squid (but without the mental capacity) followed about 45 secs later, just 'cos he thought it looked like fun.
About 15 secs behind him came poor ol' Max (the Rottie, who we are currently fostering and is the most sorry excuse for a Rottweiler with terrible joint problems as was living in fairly dire conditions but the most fabulous temperament) who is, well, a Rottie with terrible joint problems and simply cannot be expected to keep up with 2 wanna-be greyhounds!
Anyway, so there they are. All 3 of them, standing at the bottom of the garden looking at the fence - Stanley still shouting at the fence.
Ahh-ha, we say knowledgeably to ourselves (we are after all one dog expert and one veterinary-type person).... ahh-ha ....... a foolish cat has come into our garden and then excited stage right over the fence.