Some of the posters on the border collie message board refer to their dogs as having "never met a stranger," and that certainly applies to Zorro. He warms up to everyone he meets, confirming my suspicions that he wasn't abused in his former life, just ignored (and probably confined for long periods, which may also explain why he craves human company so much).
Yesterday, for example, while on our morning walk, a nice couple stopped to admire him, and he played it for all it was worth, nuzzling them shamelessly. After I told them about his obsession, they howled at the moon.
It's been very warm all week--up to 90 yesterday and today--and the bike path is starting to resemble the main terminal at National Airport. So strange: just a few weeks ago Zorro and I could walk two miles without seeing a soul and now we can't go two feet without bumping into a runner, walker, biker, or a dog. Zorro has been behaving very well around the other canines; he definitely takes notice, but hasn't barked or lunged for a while.
He did, however, wake us up at 4 AM when he saw the moon through the window in my office. Denny installed a blind in there to keep the peace but I forgot to close it before we went to bed.
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