Gentle Doesn’t Mean Silent: A Big Dog Teaches a Boy Boundaries

and sunscreen and tiredness.

Sarah met him at the porch with her shoulders squared.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Sarah.”

The man’s eyes went to me automatically.

I sat. Calm. Still.

Gentle.

“Ma’am,” he said. “I’m here because we received a complaint about a dog exhibiting aggressive behavior toward a minor.”

Sarah nodded once.

“I understand,” she said. “Can I explain continue reading …