Feb 8, 2023
This morning for a brief time, a garter snake was the least happy creature in all of Florida. (it's fine, so are the Spaniels)
The snake and Tristan were spitting insults at each other from about a meter away, neither willing to turn away to leave, but neither interested in attacking. Got themselves into an unwinnable standoff. I was glad to know Tristan has the sense to stay out of striking range, and make a lot of noise, even if he accidentally corners a snake.
Then we arrived to check on the yelling; Tristan went inside accompanied by handfuls of treats for Being A Very Good Boy, and the snake was gently shooed out of its coil and outside the fence.
Tristan is very proud of himself. So proud. Smug, even. He Protected His Home.
