They've both come out with us again.
One has really taken to it. She insisted on helping pull the head on my old, rusty Atomic 4. (And on helping pull the engine when it came to that. AND on storing it in her yard so she could take it apart.)
She sounds like a catch until you hear HER biggest bonehead move.
During a night sail, I told her to blow the jib, and she walked away. I shrugged and blew the jib myself, then watched it fall to the deck. She had untied the halyard and, without uncoiling the rope, let go of the whole thing. (I suppose I should've specified that I meant to blow the jib SHEET.)
Of course, she climbed to the spreaders and retrieved the halyard, so... she's more like the babe of my dreams than merely a catch.