|The view down the hall: a large camouflaged backpack with a beam of sunlight falling on it.|
Dewey was not going to go any closer. I tried the happy voice.
I looked at Christina. She went over the backpack and kneeled down beside it.
She tried the happy voice, "Dewey! Come! It's okay!"
I tried the happy voice where I was beside him, "Okay buddy, let's go! You can do it!"
Dewey walked forward a few steps. He looked up at me. He looked at Christina. He walked a few more steps. We kept up the happy voices and he kept slowly walking. I decided not to come at the backpack directed and we took a wide arc to come at it sideways. Dewey's pace increased. His nose started twitching. Christina was still calling him in a happy voice.
He was always in a forward motion. Finally we arrived at the backpack and Dewey came right up to it and sniffed.
He backed up two feet and then approached the top again, opened it with his nose and got a good sniff.
"Well, that's nosey," I said. I closed the top. He sniffed the backpack up and down. It was no longer scary.
|Dewey leaning against the backpack.|
Good job Dewey!