One of the first things I saw when moving in was this chap. My parents had chosen, of all days, this day to go on a trip, so I walked the family dog up to the new house at 8am to let the movers in at 9. However, they were already there, so I pushed the dog out back, let the movers in, and went to see if the dog was OK. He sat there oblivious as one of the resident foxes wandered past, and they've been coming in to the garden ever since. Partly because I feed them every night!