Whereas Wilfs little brother was of the "Where are they? Let me at them ! " school, Wilf prefers the " Hello. Got any sausages ?" style of greeting. This makes chance encounters with noisy humans much, much easier and altogether less stressful. As we walked back to the car I realised that there comes a stage in a dogs life when he's no longer a family dog but a family fellow. Wilfs now at the family fellow stage. Communication is well rehearsed, trust is absolute, boundaries respected and 'if it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me' the rule for a day out. The gentle joy of dog and family growing older together . Laughter and whimsy .