None of the other dogs had reacted like that. None had held themselves so still. None had changed so quickly at the sight of Lily. Emily crouched a little, mesmerized. Ranger’s gaze drifted from her to Lily again, and the softness deepened — a look that said he wasn’t overwhelmed by the toddler’s squeals or fidgeting hands.
He seemed… steady. Anchored. Hopeful. David cleared his throat. “He’s big, Em.” “I know,” she whispered. “And Shepherds can be unpredictable.” “I know that too.” Ranger pressed one paw quietly against the gate — no scratching, no demand, just an offering. As if to say, I notice you. I’m here. I’ll wait. Lily giggled again. “Hi, Ray,” she said, mispronouncing his name perfectly.