From a Canadian’s daughter.

At least she did the time we were at the local lake and a whole bunch of them were sauntering by. I think she figured out that she was outnumbered and that geese are mean.

We held paws on the way home in the car, too.

Little dachshund at a house where sod had just been laid on the front lawn. Damn geese were rooting through my fresh sod, so I unleashed her wiener fury on them. She latched onto one’s butt and held on as the goose tried to take wing. I never had any more trouble with Canada geese after that.