"SKIRL"

That's short for "SQUIRREL" which is what we yell every time we want a reaction out of the dog. Actually, there are a few key words that provide an excited look in her eyes. "RABBIT", "NELSON" and "CHANCY" can all produce a look on her face that we can laugh at, but, "SQUIRREL" tops the list. (And yes, you have to yell with an excitement in your voice, as indicated by all caps)
We saw one run across our path on our afternoon walk and she was heavily fixated on the spot where it disappeared. I'm so going to get in trouble for this, because I am not allowed to let her dig, but I didn't know it was happening until I came upon it. Remember, she's faster than me, especially when fuzzy, furry creatures are involved. Look at that dirt fly!

Although she hasn't said it out loud

I'm pretty sure she would much rather spend the day with him.
The days are few and far between when I get a tail wagggin' when we meet again.
I get it. He takes her shooting and motorcycle riding and wrestles with her like her peer.
I get it. He lets her run loose when he's working outside, practically forgetting about her, while her mother keeps a tight rein on her when it's her turn to work outside.
I get it. He gives her a bone every time he comes home from work, although she still can't flip it off her nose and catch it her mouth.

But, Deefor, I want you to know those rough-n-tumble activities do not come without their consequences, and I hereby, promise to never get a fish hook stuck in your nose like someone else we know.

We're Practicing Our Action Shots

She's known around these parts as, "the fast dog."
It took about 2 feet before she outran the big dog on the right in this last picture.
Well, who could blame the big dog?
I can't even keep up with my own dog.
She runs circles around me!
The other day, I got ahead of her and she tried to take me out.
That's right, she came right up behind me running at full speed and clipped my leg.
I almost went down, but I was determined not to be humiliated by my own dog.

We may not have kids yet, but...

...this thing can be a handful!

Just Another Doop-Dog Day

...aaaaand there you have it

before
after.
I can't even describe what it looks like NOW.
Let's just say...decapitation...multiple pieces.
You don't want to see. It's not pretty!

Why did the chicken cross the road?

To get away from the Doop-Dog.
Our little huntress loves to stalk animals and generally, anything that might be moving, including a leaf that might be carried in the air by the slightest breeze. The thing is, she's never actually gotten close enough to anything (living) to actually capture it. Until now. Our morning jog consists of running past the donkeys, around Chancy's house, up the little hill past the barking dogs and around the corner...where the chickens and roosters live....Every once in a while we will see a loose chicken while driving, and we just chuckle to ourselves that we really live in a place where chickens actually get out and on the loose. Well, Monday morning, one of those roosters was loose. And they do not run very fast. And Deefor does run very fast. Before I knew it, she was on top of the poor thing, practically smothering it, but luckily, I was close and saved the poor thing from its demise (gosh I hope the neighbors aren't reading this). So, in honor of Doofaloop's first official caputre (but not killing!) of an animal, Sean bought her a wife beater wearing, tatoo sportin', doggles on the head, sqeeky toy chicken. It's the tackiest thing I've ever seen and she loves that thing to death. She gnaws at its feet, squeezes its middle so it squeaks, throws it around up in the air, brings it to mother so mother can throw it and Deefor can fetch it and obviously sleeps with it. What's a mother to do?

Ker-Plunk

I'm pretty sure she was headed for the island.