This morning the dogs had a surprise waiting for them in the back yard. It was funny to see Taz do a panicked turn in mid-air and scramble to the back porch where she frantically scratched to be let in. There's a MOOSE in the yard. It's happened several times. I'm not sure why she's so scared of them; I guess they are a lot bigger than she is but for the most part, moose ignore the dogs unless the dog runs up barking at them. Both of mine kept a very safe distance and couldn't be persuaded to even walk alongside the garage so they could go potty. I was trying to get them to go outside so I even lead the way, but they wouldn't go.
I let Taz out later and she crept closer, slowly step by step, to get a better view. Still poised to make a mad dash to the back door.
Then the moose hopped the fence and went into the neighbors back yard and around the corner. The excitement is done for the day.