Emil's walker waits patiently by the road where the bus will drop the kids off after school.

When I go out, Sara the dog seems to lose her mind. She grabs my hands and jumps on me; today she actually knocked me over when I knelt to cuddle her. Little bugger.

Everett has never seen her grab anyone else's feet. Either she is determined to get me to go in her favourite direction — out of the yard, on down the road, and perhaps across a field — or she thinks I'm a cow (don't say a word, Gord). Because this hoof-nipping is how blue heelers herd cattle.