I got a scare this afternoon and was ultimately proud of Becca. We were walking by the river, she was off leash. Becca ran around a tree after something gray, I thought it was a squirrel. They looped back around by me and ran up a hill, it was a gray fox kit. I about had a heart attack and immediately called for her to come. It took four "BECCA COME" (10-15 seconds maybe), but Becca came flying back. I praised her to high heaven, treated and leashed.
This is the one area in my neighborhood where Becca has been able to be off leash. Now I don't know if I dare to continue. I am proud of Becca however, I couldn't see her while she was returning. If she was at my feet at the at the fourth repeat, she had to have turned by the second.