I'm enormously excited about getting Molly home tomorrow, completely regardless of the training outcome. It's tempered an awful lot though - and I'm surprised by this myself - by how reluctant I am to let the wee dug go. It's partly because she's been a changed animal since Molly went, I think. The concept that three weeks ago I could have got Jorja to sit at the front door while I opened it, left it open, and walked to the car without her moving a muscle until she's called, still astonishes me.
Training, I suppose.