Last week, I was walking on the Greenway with Henry and a friend when a red-tail...

Last week, I was walking on the Greenway with Henry and a friend when a red-tailed hawk flew past. When the hawk saw Henry, he stopped and hovered, calculating.
It was very clear that he thought Henry would be something good to eat.
The hawk hung there for a few seconds, studying us; and then he gave a lazy flap of his wings and moved on.
In the meantime, Henry had continued trotting down the path--ears flopping up and down tongue hanging out--absolutely oblivious to the fact that he had ju...