Dante's in the front garden again, but this one really belongs to our neighbour. However, Dante considers any garden within reach of his leash to be his, and therefore comes under his umbrella of protection. (Well, he doesn't really have an umbrella, but you get my drift!)
Dante purruses the insect life at the edge of the garden bed.
And since it is indeed a 'bed', he decides to lie down in it.
Mama took this picture through the potted impatience as she was sitting on our own garden bench. You can see how close in proximity we are to our neighbour's garden.
Bed time, indeed!
But hark! The ears prick sideways as they detect an all too familiar sound.
In a flash, Dante is out of bed and on alert, checking out "The Island". Notice how his pupils have dilated more widely as he lays eyes upon the introoder.
(As stated in a previous post, The Island is a wilderness garden bed which spans our neighbour's yard and our own.)
He tracks the wily beast with his suPURR sharp vision. Talk about Hi-Def! Dante's got that beat.
Dante races to the tree where the rodent has already escaped to the safety of the high branches. At least he has once again saved the garden from this dastardly interloPURR (who is totally invisible to us, today).
Just to be sure, Dante checks out the other side of the tree.
And it's an 'all clear'!
It just goes to show that there's no rest for the vigilant.
And that garden beds are NOT for sleeping.