Today I took Paxton for a walk as usual. We had just passed the park, when we saw an interesting sight.
There was a squirrel in a tree. I was chirping at a crow, who was cawing right back at it, pecking at the ground and eating the squirrel's food. Paxton's hackles rose, his ears perked forward, and he let out a low whimper. His tail was straight out behind him and he didn't look away. The squirrel's chirping got more and more angry, but the crow continued to ignore it. Finally, the squirrel took a flying leap--straight at the crow! The huge bird was stratled and flew off, scared by a tiny squirrel. It was fantastic.