[Crickets and birds chirping.]
Betsy crouches down, holding Barnum by the collar between her legs. They are on a big, green lawn with a fence and garden in the background.
>> SHARON: OK, ready? Go ahead and push the button.
>> VOICE: OK.
>> SHARON’S VOICE: Barnum, come!
Barnum pulls against his collar, and Betsy lets go. Barnum runs fast, ears flapping tongue out, to Sharon seated in her powerchair 40 feet away.
>> SHARON: Good boy!
Sharon feeds Barnum a handful of food and rubs his ears.
>> SHARON: Release!
Barnum runs away toward a large blue ball in the middle of the lawn.