There's a stray male pitbull wandering around the front and down by the creek. The pack discussed his presence with him through the mesh security door; he didn't like the language they used and headed off. Zeke in the back was simply asking him to come an play, but the girls were offended that he was in the yard without a proper introduction. MOM was sitting on the swing in the sun in the back yard watching them all and sipping an early Friday evening cocktail.