The family went geocaching yesterday. The first stop on our list was a very old country church, which took some time to find. Sure, the GPS unit told us exactly where it was as the crow flies, but crows don't follow roads. Two dirt ones later, we finally found the church, at the corner of nowhere and nothing. Next to the church was a small house. The geocache itself was in an ingenious location, but it was a scruffy little dog that made our day. He patrolled both the house and church yards while we were there, running back and forth. There were also a few ducks hanging around. Each time a particular duck would wander around the far side of the house, or down toward the road, the dog would trot over, take the duck by the neck, and carry/drag it back up to the church. And each time, the duck had no complaints, sitting next to the dog for a while before slowly wandering off again, starting the process over again. And again. And again. You don't see that every day.