Bud has the patience of a cat.
He has several places around the yard where he sits and waits. Sometimes he’s at the front fence ready to bark at the Amish horse and wagons as they go by. He prowls the hosts bed, disappearing under the huge leaves hunting chipmunks and voles. He sits at the thick roots of the maple tree, head up looking for birds and the squirrel who lives there.
Also like a cat, he finds the shade in the summer and the sun on colder days. He’s out all day this time of year, running and warning people and animals away, shedding the weight he put on to keep him warmer in the winter.
The yard is Buds territory and he’s very serious about protecting it.