Multiple times a day, every day, Stella does her business on the steps of the courthouse. We live close enough that she can make it to the steps even when she's about to burst, but far enough away that she's not pooping in her territory. I'm a fan of the courthouse because there are a few garbage cans for easy poop disposal (I'm sure the courthouse employees who have to walk through the stinky poop smell on their way to work looove me.)
The courthouse steps lead down into a courtyard-type square. In the middle of this square is a large statue of a judge. It's life-size and on a pedestal, so I'd say this statue is 8 feet tall. We walk by it at least 3 times daily, and have done so for the last 6 months.
This morning was like every other morning. When Stella was done, we walked down the steps to the garbage can and continued through the square. Out of nowhere, Stella completely freaks out. She's barking like mad, her hackles go up, she straining at the leash - and I have no idea what's going on. There were no people nearby, there were no crows taunting her, nothing had happened to startle her. It was the statue. Stella was losing it over the statue. I wish I'd had the video camera with me - it was that funny.