Our driveway this morning.
The bulldogs are excellent watchdogs. The moment something changes in their environment, they have a wild barking fit. Most bull breeds do this in my experience. Sam, our ancient, long dead boxer, once had a complete meltdown because our neighbors ordered some compost delivered and it was dumped in a big pile by their fence.
Fergus saw his first snow last night. It was an event. This morning, he saw the white, snowy overcast sky he’d never seen before.
Fergus: Awroooo! Aw, aw, aw!
Gordon: there better be a dragon or something…
Fergus: Awroo, awrooo! :pose pose at the sky: (Have you seen the sky? What the hell? It’s different! Something has changed! Who broke the sky?)
If you’re transported to Skyrim and have to hunt dragons, take a bulldog. He will totally let you know when they start circling overhead.