A preparatory power-gathering crouch before lunging looks somewhat like an anticipatory cringe.
Why ruin the surprise?
:)
When I came out of the shop after a ride tonight, Seven was in the yard to greet me.
She’s been in a crazy/giddy/slap happy mood, all day.
Lots of “lawn shark” dive-bomb boot grabbing, strafing runs and and pant leg shaking.
Happy am I that she loves me.
If Seven did, theoretically, meet the guy, I doubt she’d need an explanation from anyone about what he’d done.
Dogs, as a rule, are excellent judges of character.
She’d tell instantly that he wasn’t fit to scoop her poop.
There is nothing like the innocent, unfakeable love of an animal, IMO.