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Since half a year, new residents have come to live with us in the forest. After some interior work, the gate was restored and a new entrance gate was placed. You guessed it, there also came a new dog. It turned out to be a somewhat older Mechelen Shepherd, Falko is his name. His function as a watchdog took him very seriously in most situations, but when we walked by he stood motionless and dead silent to watch. He still does, but since a few weeks his tail starts waving gently and again when "Grandma" Amy comes in sight. She always runs on her thawing convenience a bit behind me and previously she did like the other hounds, or she didn't see him. But recently she got interested in the elder Lord and walked very carefully to the fence. With a thick 10 centimeters between their noses, they greeted each other but that distance became smaller every day and the tails went a bit more violent every day. Now it's so far that Falko is eagerly awaiting the path when I'm over with the leashed pack and "Grandma" Amy occasionally with crazy Bokkesprong Rongen to Falko "Holt", greets him fondly and then stands to challenge for a game. Fortunately there is a fence between because "Grandma" Amy is no longer so stable on her old legs but between her ears she is still as fit as a grouse. It is and charming face, which is two gray snoetjes with subdued joy.