So we're up at the barn and the little dog is out chasing her mortal enemy, the ground squirrel, and the big dog is suddenly missing and I'm looking at the hills, sure he's up there cruising for coyotes, but my friend is laughing and he's pointing and at first it's just grass growing near the wood pile and then it moves and look, there's a big brown eye and it blinks, and there's Jake, hiding in plain sight, cleverly camouflaged in case of coyote attack.