What’s with the nutso little barker? Dogs usually liked me. Well, friendly dogs. Mama’s back-fence neighbor’s dog hated everyone.
What’s with the nutso little barker? Arthur cupped the puppy’s shoulders so she wasn’t choking on her collar and beckoned to me. “Here. Squat down with us. You’re so big, I think she’s intimidated.”
I lowered myself, and sure enough, the volume of her barking softened.
“Hold out your hand. Let her sniff it.”
“You sure she won’t chomp me?”
I’d been teasing Arthur, but the other guy’s pretty green eyes flashed. “She’s gentle. She would never bite anyone.”
Arthur said, “Words to always take with a grain of salt, but in this case, I think it’s true. She’s more overexcited than protecting herself. Go slow.”
I held out my hand, bit by bit.
The puppy wiggled an
