This morning, the fox couple was out in the back-left field, merrily playing in the old llama poo pile. They were trading off digging and flopping down next to the oblong of dark grey. The llama and the goats were studiously ignoring the foxes, and the foxes were only paying attention to me when I walked inside that fence.
Quite on purpose, I proved that young puppy focus is still within three feet. I picked Cleo up and brought her into that pasture, pointed her at the foxes (who were watching me) and then put her down. She promptly started eating a stick. Really, the puppy and the foxes were within twenty feet of each other, and once the foxes realized that the puppy didn't care, they went back to digging. Cleo never went down the hill to talk to them, and they barely looked up again once she started into her play.