"Juno. Junooooo! Juno come! JUNO! COME!" It's the same song every Sibe-owner probably sings when they walk off-leash with a Husky. I'm constantly recalling her as she pushes the boundaries of straying too far from us. Generally speaking, she's not so bad off-leash, given she's a Sibe. If I catch her body language cues in time, I can actually call her off temptation.
Yesterday, she tree'd a cat at the farms. I missed her pre-bolt body cues and by the time I figured it out, she and Loki were in full-sprint mode. Thankfully the cat cut into the vineyards rather than into a herd of cows or a block of houses. Loki quickly came to his senses, popped his head out of the vineyards and returned to me. As we approached the vine row she was in, I heard her scrappy excuse of a bark. Juno rarely barks "boo" to anything. But the cat was perched on top of a wooden pole and Juno was alerting in her wee, tentative voice. She looked proud of her bad self.
"Your little girl tree'd a cat today at the farms," I texted to Mr. Wild Dingo.
"Good for her," he replied. "Give her two cookies!"
Do you see what I'm working with here, Internet?