Late this afternoon--make that "greatly sunny" afternoon I took a break in a porch swing on the west side of the house. The 4 resident dogs decided to join me. Me, Hattie and Reuben (the Catahoulas), Angus (the Boxer) and Cooper (the Bad-Haired Terrier) were soaking up some rays when Angus noticed a ball of stuffing (from a comforter someone shredded earlier this winter) about 3 feet from the edge of the porch. There was a dead leaf barely caught in it so the leaf was waving back and forth in the breeze. Angus stared at it, cocking his head from side to side when he suddenly decided to attack it.
His jump sent the whole pack into "attack mode" and everyone jumped up and over the porch rail (it's only about a foot off the ground) and tumbled over each other because Angus was right there tending to the polyester invader. I had to chuckle.
Little episodes like this around the farm are better than buying tickets to a movie