Elsie has a party trick that she pulls out quite often - regardless of whether or not we have company.
We call it Roadkill.
Often when the dogs are in the pen and we happen to look out, we'll spot Fred sitting or sleeping inside the dog house, but see no sign of Elsie. A little flutter of panic and then we spot her.
Each time we need to look closely, and watch for the tummy to rise to make sure she's actually breathing.
And each time we breathe a sigh of relief when we realise she's just trying out her party trick and hasn't been bitten by a snake or had a heart attack or something random like that.
Elsie: What on earth is wrong with me practising my party trick???
Nothing Elsie, but you scare us something fierce each time. And you gotta admit, showing your lady bits to our friends and family isn't exactly ladylike. Something which you constantly keep on striving for.
Fred: Haha, Princess Elsie got told!
Elsie: I'd give a snappy response to put you both in your place but I have much better things to do.
Like chewing this bone.
Fred: Well that's just not fair.
Fred: How come she gets a bone and I don't??
Fred: Anyone??
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