Sawyer has friends, too.
There are two little dogs who live behind us with their humans. One is a gray and white and the other is black. I have no idea what breed the first is; the second is a pug. Little and yappy and cute. The gray and white one has a love/hate relationship with Sawyer. Her name is Oreo. She wants him to run up and down the length of the fence with her, and so she barks in his face and irritates him until he caves. I wonder what they would do if they could be together in the same yard. I wonder if they might realize that all they ever had was the fence, and without the fence, they have no common ground.