Cliff's sister and her husband were here for the weekend; they had some things to tend to at the property they own nearby, so they stayed in "their" bedroom here. Their dog, Mindy, came along as always.
Iris had already met Mindy a couple of weeks ago on their last visit; she was not impressed. Mindy made overtures at friendship, trying to entice my dog into a game of tag, but Iris was having none of it. The hair on her neck would raise and a low growl would emerge from deep in her throat.
Charlene, Cliff's sister, thought Iris would eventually come around and be friends with her dog; I had my doubts. So I was pleasantly surprised yesterday when I saw the two sniffing one another's nether regions peacefully as dogs do when they're getting acquainted, and then trotting off together side by side. The last time Mindy returned from the farm with Charlene before they left for St. Louis, Iris actually met her with a wagging tail.
And I thought a friendship would never be formed between the two. I guess dogs know more about making peace than humans do.