I guess she’s decided this is home.
Just a few minutes ago, we were coming in from second to last park of the evening. Partway up the ramp, Hilda stopped and barked. Loudly. I thought it was a little odd, and it wasn’t her usual sort of thing, but I thought maybe Alena was coming down with Fiona. Nope. Because here comes this kid trying to get his dog. “I’m sorry, my dog isn’t listening to me,” he says. And Hilda’s sort of spinning around to look at this other dog and what not. Finally, the kid gets his dog and goes away apologizing. No worries far as I’m concerned. Don’t think Hilda was very impressed though.