Late-night buzz

We were getting ready for bed last night when a fly entered our bedroom. I grabbed a magazine and waited for it to land while Lucy made several amusing but ineffectual attempts to catch it in her mouth. Liz threw her support behind the dog: “Get it, Lucy, get it!” Suddenly the buzzing stopped. At Lucy’s feet lay the now-motionless fly.

I was shocked, impressed, and delighted. Who knew that owning a dog could have such practical benefits?

We celebrated Lucy’s kill by giving her a biscuit, and then we all slept very soundly.