The walk was over, but the dog encounters weren't. We got home to find Ms. Ema sitting in our front yard, whether watching cats or chickens wasn't clear. She's very good at opening her front gate, just across the street at the top of our driveway. But she knew what she really wanted and was willing to beg for it--one of those tasty dog treats. She got the treat, I closed the gate and tied it shut.