November 3

I have continued to take her to the field each afternoon, and she continues to follow me and respond to the fist with gusto. We are beginning to work things out with Kate, and she can get to within 20 feet of Okie before she will leave my fist. This evening, Kate pointed a tree, and sure enough there was a squirrel that I got moving from tree to tree in full view of Okie, and she refused it. So, there you go. When we were out previously, I thought she flew on a squirrel, but, I didn’t see it, so maybe it wasn’t a squirrel after all. Or, perhaps, it was the presence of Kate that put her off. A bagged squirrel may be in order.