She's a Belgian Shepherd Dog alright.

*Neighbour and his huge rottweiler male walks on the road at the end of our field*

Lia: MY TURF!
May: Lia, no!
Lia: *ignores, runs toward man and dog* MY TURF! SCRAM!
May: Lia, no! Come!
Lia: *half turns, stops, turns back* WOOOF-WOOF-WOOF-WOOF!
Rotterweiler: *starts to look a bit worried*
May: NO! COME!
Lia: *RUNS back to crash into May*
May: Goooooood girl.
Lia: Let's go get'em. We can take them out!
May: In case it escaped your notice, that's a full grown man and a full grown rottweiler.
Lia: So?
May: That dog probably weighs the double of what you do.
Lia: We could do it! *convinced*
May: Of course we could.

Gah!

I swear my memory is like a sieve. Just remembered the cup of tea I'm steeping. The bag must have been in there for an hour! Think it's strong enough?