It is most often heard, while on a walk or outing with the kids, "Bailey? Come on, Bailey!" Bailey is most often the one I have to go back and scoop up to meet the rest of us. Here she is, perfectly contented exploring a leaf by the trail-side on a recent nature walk. She stayed back at this spot for several minutes before slowly sauntering her way the twenty yards or so to the bench where Art, Lewis and Netta were having a snack.