I'm on our screen porch, watching with a little thrill of joy as Angus and Rosie snuffle with Kristin, each trying to get more pets and scratches from her than the other. Tails are wagging so fast they are rotating.
This is something of a miracle — just a few weeks ago, Angus was lunging and barking at Kristin when she tried to enter our yard.
Let me back up.
Kristin was one of two dog-sitters who cared for Angus and Rosie in 2019 when my husband and I went on vacation. For about 10 days that September, she lived in our house. The dogs loved her.
But not long afterward, COVID hit and we all went on lockdown. We had no visitors in our house for 15 months — almost half of Angus' life.
By the time things opened up again in May, Angus had forgotten Kristin.
Actually, he had forgotten just about everyone he'd ever known — or maybe he had simply decided that going more than a year without company meant we should never have company again. In any case, anyone who tried to visit us was met with ferocious barks and frightening lunges.
This was enormously depressing. If nobody can enter our house, how can we entertain guests? And if the dog- sitter can't come inside, how can we ever leave town?