May we be excused and head out?
Unfortunately, it was a long, long day waiting for Miss Elsie to have her turn playing in the Lower 40. Hunting labs and chickens are a much friendlier mix with a little bit o' chicken wire between them.
Admittedly, though, once this year we mistakenly let her out when the girls were sunning themselves outside in the flower beds. She stood on the front porch and had an absolute barking fit, running this way and that on the porch, trying to get our attention. It wasn't even a near miss - she didn't touch them! For that, she was rewarded with many accolades, proclamations of her superior behavior, and a peanut butter treat. From the good bag on top of the refrigerator. But we're not pushing our luck.