Barking up the right tree?
No matter how much we think we know someone, there are always surprises. Some of these surprises are good, as in a tender heart showing up where one thought there wasn’t any tenderness at all. This reminds me of a good friend. Many people are intimidated by him, others just put off by his loud bark. Some people wonder why his wife puts up with him ... what she sees in her noisy yapper. Those who’ve taken the time to scratch beneath the surface (or his belly) know that his bark is worse than his bite. This man constantly surprises me with his sentimental side, which is something that he desperately tries to hide from others. I caught him crying at the end of a movie one day and he tried to blame it on “allergies.” We both knew he was barking at the moon, but I didn’t call him on it, as his bark is important to him. It’s taken me a few y ears to realize that his bark isn’t so bad. It’s certainly predictable and he really hasn’t a bite at all. He’s generous and caring, even if he doesn’