And now, she is back to her bouncy old self. She runs about in the yard, nose to ground following the scent of squirrels, tail held high like a little white flag. When she's ready to come back in, she goes to the pile of wood stacked under my office window and peers in, her eyes big. "Aren't you going to let me in? I'm freezing out here, see? I'm shivering!"
Once inside, she either runs up to my bed or onto her favorite cushion on the couch and curls up for a hard life of snoozing.