They're the short furry ones, not the giant furry one. These are the dogs, Lily and Lucy. Both are ostensibly boxer mixes. You never know... they might just be. Certainly they have the inherent goofiness of boxers. Clearly neither has a great deal of intelligence as about a nanosecond after I took this photo Lily, the brindle, bit the buffalo on the nose. It did not make for a happy buffalo. It seems that cranky buffalo lower their heads, snort and paw at the ground just like you see bulls do at bullfights. Not that I've ever seen an actual bullfight, but common knowledge tells us that's what they do. Common knowledge tells us nothing about buffalo. Common knowledge, or at least my common knowledge, is not so helpful out here in my neck of the woods. In this case, I went with instinct. I screamed at decibels only the dogs (and buffalo) could hear and turned into Psycho Lady. Both the dogs and the buffalo looked at me and took a giant step away from the fence. No kidding. I have a voice that buffalo fear. It never came that close to the fence again. Lily thinks it is her mighty warrior abilities, but deep down, we all know it was scared of the crazy lady with the camera.