As I was finishing fixing dinner about 7:30 this evening, I looked out the window and saw Misty out in Kara's pasture. She had followed Herb through the gate when he drove the garbage down to the garbage shed, but she didn't follow him back up to the house. Instead she sat on the hill and surveyed her domain. I don't know how long she'd been there when I noticed her, but she sat in splendid dignity for about ten minutes longer. Little did she know that we smiled on her from our vantage point and exclaimed to each other, "What a good dog she is!" The Queen takes her responsibilities very seriously!