It was cool and damp, but she stayed out of reach in the back yard until I was headed back up the hill from the barn. Then she very vocally made her way down the hill to complain about the poor weather conditions.
Her dissatisfaction was not sufficient to get her back in the house.She rolled around on the front drive while we ate breakfast. I had to hide behind the front door to open it before she would stroll in. It's the first time in months she's been outside, and for some reason she's calmed down some.