When she wasn't brooding chicks, she was doing garden guarding duty. All we would have to say was, "Missy! Chickens!" Open the door and let her out. She would race up and down the rows until they were all running for the barn yard. The garden was the only place she was allowed to bother chickens. They were perfectly safe from her when they were not in the garden.
She was a tiny dog, probably only 10 pounds, but long legged and extremely agile.
Edited by enola - 2/27/16 at 7:51am