That's cool. I had one at the pack station for a short while that would bark at the bunkhouse door when he was in the mood for some lunch meat or a hot dog. But he always came after dark and I never got a good photo of him.
Saw one just like this in Claremont today on my way to work. Had something in the mouth but ran into the neighbor's bushes before I could get my phone up to take a picture.
"Argue for your limitations and sure enough they're yours".
Donald Shimoda