On our rainy walk this morning, we passed a nice man in the woods, with a plastic grocery sack, opening a can of beer.
He said, “German shepherd?” as we passed, and I said, “Yup,” in a real friendly voice, because I didn’t want him to think I was afraid of him or judged him just because he was drinking beer in the woods at 8 a.m.
We were several yards away when he said, “Is it a year old yet?”
And I called back, “Just. 13 months…”
Isis did not view this 8 a.m. beer-drinking man as a threat or any reason for concern. Probably he reminded her of Rob.