Emily and the Dove

Our neighborhood has a mourning dove which I have heard occasionally( (it may have more than one, but I can attest to one, at least). Up until this last week I have never actually seen the bird, but in the last week it has decided to come check out our yard. It's a lovely, graceful looking bird--and yes, dove gray. And it only seems to show up when Emily is in the sunroom ready to go into full alert. Poor Elderdog has rear legs that are failing her (when she eats I watch as her butt slumps lower and lower) and she has become entirely farsighted... but when she sees that dove she is galvanized, darting to the back door, barking furiously, desperate to go out and capture the intruder.

The dove is in no danger of capture, but it's kind of nice to see that Emily still considers that she's in the game.