Red and Zelda continue to take measure of one another, each one patient but quite vigilant and alert, the sense of two strong animals working something out. In the morning, Red inches closer to Zelda and fixes his border collie stare on her, and she never takes her eyes off him, even while she’s eating. She never let him get this close before, and he never tried. But they are working it out, I can see it. There is respect there, professionalism. She will not knock him over again, for sure, I think, and he will not be caught unawares. A small drama, an ancient one in the life of animals and dogs.