Guards! Guards!

This is how Matilda spends most of her evenings these days. She's laid out there in the garden, keeping an intent eye on a big tree, waiting for a bat or, better a cat or something unidentified or unidentifiable to come along and give her some amusement.

Then, she will leap up, and get a bit excited. This will prompt Tiny to vacate wherever she happens to be a toute vitesse, hoof it at high speed into the garden and begin barking in a most irritating way.

Still I suppose it keeps the dogs happy.