I took the dogs to the lake to enjoy the early fall weather. Joyfully, they disappear in the woods, and I found myself a lonely cove, enjoyed the mild sun, listened to the whispering leaves and watched the boats turning in the small bay nearby.

Suddenly a boat with four men steered unusually close to my spot. I felt uncomfortable when I realized that I was there alone within a radius of a half mile, and the dogs running through the woods would never hear my calls. For a moment, the men stared in my direction and then one of them yelled: “Cool dogs!”

I turned, and there they were: all three still standing behind me, with raised hackles, staring back at the men.

I don't have enough knowledge to say if they sensed my fear or just came accidentally in the right time. My German Shepherds, I'm learning about you. Respectfully, Krys.