To break up the monotony of walking out in the big field every afternoon, we went to the beach. My sister had initially suggested it, and I had been thinking it all along, so it worked out well.
By that point, it was pretty evident that Marge was done. It was warm for her, and we all know that Marge's patience runs low in the heat. One more recall, and we went home.
On the schedule tonight: thunderstorms! An opportunity for conditioning. We had some pretty loud bangs before, and I am glad to report that Marge did not completely run away, though she was scared. I'm armed with a cup of kibble and I'll send them flying at her any time the thunder rumbles.
Tomorrow, we're hoping to finally get back to the woods, after months of absence. Later on, Marge will go for a bath. Something tells me she'll like the first thing better.