He is used to being handed over to the person who takes him outside to ride in a car; to meet other people, other dogs. To be mindful of sitting quietly and not barking when it’s not appropriate. He likes the person who takes him out, but he likes his person inside better. And now, there is another person, another woman, one who doesn’t squat to greet him, but requires him to go to her. She never gets up, but rolls around, and he has begun to adapt his repertoire of tasks to meet her commands. She is so good with the tug-of-war toy. Really spot-on. Shark finds himself sorry when she rolls out of the room at the end of the session. And he is banging his tail against walls and furniture at the start of the day when he thinks that she might be coming to play with him. He recognizes that new word Meghan as identifying this person, and whenever his inside woman says it, he gets a tail-thumping thrill. He loves Rosie, but he connects to Meghan in a way that he doesn’t understand but accepts as correct.