Friday, July 07, 2006

Well, she really is a retriever


Out on our afternoon walk in the tall grass, not thinking that I'd shoved the leash in my car-key pocket, we got to the car to realize the key was gone.

It seemed a hopeless task in four - six feet high grass, but I decided to retrace my steps with Misha. She found it in two minutes flat, sniffing my scent deep in the grass where I'd paused to put on the leash.

Elliott