Just yesterday while working Pritch in a grass lot she passed up her dummy in favor of a sparerib bone that she took great joy in bringing back to me. Who can blame her? And last week, while she was nosing around the back yard she managed to uncover a large rusty nail that looked to be about 100 years old. Thankfully, we pulled the nail from her before she decided to sample it. And in my youth, I remember my yellow lab, Salty, bringing back a fish I had "released" in the surf.