I’ll be honest — I’m not the dog who rushes the door to greet you. I’m the one who peeks around the corner first, sizes things up, and takes my time deciding that you’re okay. It’s not that I don’t like people. I just like to be sure.
Give me a few minutes. Let me sniff your hand. Let me watch you from my safe spot on the couch. Then, once I’ve decided you’re trustworthy — and I always do, eventually — you’ll have a friend for life.