Want a game?

After her meal at around 5 o'clock, Russet usually fetches her beloved Birdie and wanders around to find someone willing to play with her. It must be the food which gives her a spurt of energy (rather like a toddler after a drink of milk), and it is the same every day. She comes up to you with a fixed stare, holding her current toy in her mouth (she's had at least half a dozen pheasants). We throw it up high, out in the garden, or hide it while she waits, and then she goes off to find it, nearly always successfully.
I spent the afternoon doing some hard work in the garden, but had to reserve some energy for the game, just for a while!