Today (Monday)
We had a walk at the park, saw other dogs. I did not allow interactions, especially with the woman whose huge collie type dog was dragging her as she repeated the claim "He's friendly!"
Later we had a couple yard walks, and one down the road, not quite all the way to the stop sign. I've not seen the two loose dogs in a couple weeks, hoping they got picked up by AC.
Mid afternoon I was sitting in the living room, Caleb was loose in the house. Our friend Bill was in the kitchen, and said to me quietly "There's a confrontation, Debbie and Caleb". I slowly and quietly got up, walked into the kitchen, saw Debbie was by the washer and dryer, cornered near the outside door. Caleb was standing, head up, tail up slowly waving, looking at her. I said "Good boy, good boy". Debbie was puffed up, made some low sounds. Caleb just stood, looking at her, tail waving. THEN DEBBIE WENT FROM A CROUCH TO A SIT. Her fur settled some. I said "Good boy, Caleb", and he turned his head to look at me. I stepped up and took him by the collar, then started loving on him, rubbing his chest and praising him. Debbie slunk past him, around the table, and headed down the hall. She stopped halfway down, turned around and sat, watching. Caleb looked at her, then he walked into the living room.




