Dogs are crazy persons.
My dog barks at strangers (or friends) when they arrive, of course. But if they step out of sight for a moment, he barks all over again when they reappear.
My daughter's dog is inordinately afraid of heat grates. Like, so afraid that there is one hall she will not use. It has a heat grate. She glares at any floor grate as if it is out to get her. But she's a crazy person in so many ways. She used to be afraid of Men. All Men.
My dogs only bark at people coming in the front door. If you come in from the garage, you're not a threat. Apparently.
Loki is very suspicious of plastic bags, especially if they're hooked on something and fluttering.
Several years ago, Cooper had me and my friend in stitches during a ten minute process of staring in suspicion and fright at a small tree stump sticking out of the water. Over that time, he made nervous arcs that eventually closed in on the offending stump. Once there - again, this took about ten minutes - he sniffed the stump and then finally raised his leg to pee on it. Then he ignored it and went on his merry way without another thought. We could just picture him saying, "Well, I sure showed that stump who's boss!" ... we have pictures somewhere.
It has been snowing tiny flakes this morning. I took advantage of the dogs' desire to get inside to take some photos through the glass.