Now Go Find Timmy...

Without any training, Daisy has started "pointing". She finds something of interest, stops, looks, and picks up a front leg. Sometimes birds. Sometimes squirrels. The other day, she ran up to one her poops in the back yard, sniffed it, then stopped and lifted her leg and looked back at me. "Very good!", I told her. "You're like the blond Lassie or something!"