When I open my gate, my friend Jynn who lives across the street will pop up and woof, inviting me over for a chat. We hang out, with her standing on her back paws, nose poking through the gate, and me stroking her.
The thing is, when she sees Tom, she backs off. Her tail goes down, her chin comes up, and then she barks. It's not the friendly woof she has for me; it's a big sound, meant to intimidate.
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