Just come back from a nice sunday stroll with Maisie, my son, and my friend, her 2 kids and her springer spaniel. All was going well- dogs coming back when called, kids behaving, weather not too miserable for a change. Maisie then picked something up off the floor, pinned her ears right back (my signal for knowing she's doing something she shouldn't) and ran so far away I could hardly see her. Fortunately we live in a tiny village in the middle of the countryside so there was no danger of cars etc. After some careful positioning of the kids, we had her surrounded and one of the boys got quite close to her. He shouted "Maisie has got a chicken leg". I panicked because of the danger of chicken bones getting lodged in her throat. At this point I was picturing a chicken leg like you would see on your dinner plate in her mouth, but as I got closer realised it was actually a full, raw chicken leg which looked like it should still be on a live chicken, complete with red foot! I was gagging at this point so my friend stepped in and saved the day. She checked the bone was still intact, but seems to think Maisie had a feast of the raw meat. I guess now I play the waiting game for the inevitable sickness and diarhoea. This is the only time she has not come back to me when called, but it did warn me in one of the cavalier books I read, that they do it when it suits them. Lesson learnt!