(Not) Going My Way

The dog, never one to take kindly to the intrusion of anyone into her domain, has taken a particular dislike to my friend Kevin tonight. She follows him around the house barking in alarm and trying to catch my eye, as if to say, "Could you please take care of this?"

After we watch a movie, Katie and I walk Kevin downstairs with the dog in tow for her nightly walk.

She watches him nervously the entire way down the stairs, and when, outside, we ask him which way he's going, he gives her a weary smile, saying, "Well, whatever way she's going, I'll give her a rest and go the other."