I have decided to name her Scout. She is always looking around, keeping an eye on things. Dad says that she will follow him for about 100 yards out on the road, then she trots back to the gate, like she is keeping watch over things for us.
I hope she is smart enough to get under one of the tractors or the trailer for shelter from the rain. It started this afternoon for a while and we are supposed to get more tonight.
She comes when you whistle or smack your lips with that smooching sound.
I am not attached to this dog. She will probably be gone soon. Like all the rest. But until she is strong enough for the trip, I will feed her and scratch her head and call her Scout.