Last night after their supper I let the dogs out and Emma went crazy casting back and forth in front of the target butts. I sat on the steps and watched, halfway expecting her to flush a grouse out of the high grass that surrounds her larger brushpile. Finally she found what she was looking for and knelt down to give it a close inspection. Thinking it might be another snake I rushed out to see what it was.
It was a Western Painted Turtle and quite a nice one. (They don't call GSPs 'versatile hunting dogs' for nothing!) I could tell that neither dog was going to leave the visitor alone, so I walked him out on the prairie a bit and gave him a head start. Then kept the dogs in the house for a while.