Elsie felt a little inkling of guilt that she couldn't quite dispel at monopolizing Mr. Adlard's time this morning, but she needed the distraction. Plus she did enjoy his company. At the offer to toss the stick, Elsie pulled her wand from her pocket and with a quick spell, levitated the stick up and away from them for a decent distance.

Watching the dogs take off in chase, Elsie started following in the same direction, just a little ways, to get into a clearer space. "I can't throw it far enough for it to be fun for Dora." Elsie admitted with a sheepish shrug. "She's really enjoys the run though. I think she has some kind of herding dog in her, we're not really sure, she was a rescue." Dora's breed was entirely unknown to them, a street mutt she'd brought home on a whim and begged her mother to let her keep as a birthday present. Boy did she like to run when given the chance though. And she was smart as a whip.

Using her legs to her advantage, Dora had gotten there first, carrying the stick back with a merry little jaunt and sat for it to be thrown again. "Your turn to do the honors." Elsie passed Mr. Adlard a warm smile and bid Dora to hand the stick over nicely.