Yeah, you’re right...he shouldn’t be warned.
A preparatory power-gathering crouch before lunging looks somewhat like an anticipatory cringe.
Why ruin the surprise?
:)
When I came out of the shop after a ride tonight, Seven was in the yard to greet me.
She’s been in a crazy/giddy/slap happy mood, all day.
Lots of “lawn shark” dive-bomb boot grabbing, strafing runs and and pant leg shaking.
Happy am I that she loves me.
The default warning in that case is “Hey, God put me on this Earth to take care of the animals and do right by them.
In short, it’s called a conscience.
His is burnt to a crisp.