My poor doggy
For the past few days, Oliver (that's him above) has refused to relieve himself outside unless I'm with him. He's tied out on a run. Today I finally found out what was going on. Our tree swallows have come back and are living in the birdhouse on the garage. Last year they dive bombed poor Ollie, and I think now he's afraid of them. We've switched doors so he can go outside through the front door and out of sight of the birds. It's all okay now, and I think Ollie is feeling much better.
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