Yesterday as the wife and I were eating supper, Harley (the black lab) was barking in the back yard. He had something in the grass at bay. I could see from the sliding glasss doors of the dining room, the brown ball shaped object that he was attempting to pounce on. You got it, a snake, a rattlesnake, coiled and ready to strike, which he did a couple of times before I could get Harley onto the deck. That dog can really move, and so could the snake. It would have made a nice pic, but not worth the risk of Harley being bit. And that was what was about to happen. The fenced in back yard is Harley's domain, and he's very protective of this area when it comes to other animals. He will carry around his "trophies" until I take them and bury them in the animal cemetery behind the pond. A rattlesnake in the striking position.