I have a new neighbor, his name is Wilbur. He’s short, and his wispy hair is quite wiry. He moves pretty quickly, darting around the yard and digging holes. He also likes to lean up against just about anything and scratch himself. He likes to play with the dogs, in fact my neighbor is sure that he thinks he is a dog, and not just because he uses the dog door and likes dog food. She says he is better behaved than her dogs are. Zoe didn’t seem to notice anything unusual about him. Maybe she has just learned to expect the unexpected when she goes into my neighbor Sue’s yard. After all, both dogs quickly accepted the chickens when they arrived, and pay no attention when they visit us in our yard. But Ozzie hasn’t met Wilbur snout to snout yet. I decided to let him think about it for a while before we take that step.