“When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.”
Happened to me when I was living in Buffalo, NY. You could trace the mail man’s footsteps in the snow. From the neighbor’s driveway, across the yard, through the gate into the back yard (just a decorative fence, not security or privacy), pat the dog, back through the gate, up to the mailbox by the front door, then down the sidewalk. A kind postal employee taking time to pamper a lonely pup.