A few weeks ago I heard Mama Dog going ballistic in the back yard. I checked on her to find this:
This went on for some time. She was willing to try to scare the evil balloon to death by barking at it, but no way was she going near it, man.
She finally ventured closer when I went with her. (This one is a couple of minutes long, I don't know how to edit it.) She got close enough to sniff at it at the end. You can hear her funny whistle that she does when she's nervous.
What a chicken!