Bailey, the not-so-vicious beast

A mourning dove just landed on the windowsill in my living room.

Bailey was relaxing in her chair.

When the dove landed, she looked over at it.

It began to coo.

She continued to look at it.

It continued to coo.

And it pranced along the windowsill.

And Bailey watched.

Without moving.

Or barking.

Or growling.

Just watching.

Some bird dog she is.