The Wood Dumping Game

This morning we played the wood dumping game.
Earlier this week we had a cord of firewood delivered and dumped in our driveway.  I stacked most of it this morning, filling a wheelbarrow, pushing it to the gate, opening the gate, pushing it inside, closing the gate, and pushing it to the woodpile and dumping it.  Misha shadowed my every move at 10 feet or so, stopping when I stopped, starting when I started, and riveting on the gate whenever she had the opportunity.  Around in circles we would go.
Later I walked over to the gate with a leash and tried to get her to come, but to no avail.
We seem to have lost a bit of ground with her.  She seems comfortable in the yard, but seems to have little need for affection or social contact.  I haven't petted her in several days, and my wife had her toe sniffed yesterday when she was lying on a deck chair.  But then in other ways, such as lying down a few feet from us when we spend time out in the yard, she seems more comfortable.  Her caged running behavior continues however, and it's almost impossible to break her concentration when she's sprinting around the yard.  It reminds me of autistic behavior in some ways.
On the other hand, she gets plenty of exercise, is eating relatively well, and is very little trouble.