It's pouring rain and Sweets is looking out the back door intently. I say, "I know you don't wanna go out there, it's pouring. Here..." The second I open the door, it dawns on me how arrogant I am! :) She bolts down the back steps to chase a rabbit, that she'd been eyeing up (and I stupidly missed). Gone, outta sight into the woods. I'm feeling like Diane Fossey in Gorillas in The Mist, getting poured on, flip flopping around with my "great recall" not at all working. Dogs keep ya humble, and about that "great recall" a few posts back, it's time to go back to work. There is a happy ending, she did come back in a few minutes and ran right to the door (so that work has paid off!)
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