One of the local feral dogs has decided our yard is his yard. Cam named him "J.W." after a dog in "The Teacher's Funeral". When I go for a walk he goes with me. This isn't as endearing as it sounds, because it means that he crosses the mini territories of other neighbourhood dogs and causing some loud unfriendly doggy disagreements. On one occasion, he even chased down and killed a chicken on one of our walks. I hoped he'd choose a new home when we were away last weekend, but he's still here.