Dana's return to home seems to have coincided with the arrival of a new postman. She is extremely friendly. He is extremely nervous. She tends to greet postpersons as bearers of dog-treats – thanks to one postman who actually used his official allowance for dog biscuits. I find it strange that anyone can find a dog who is wagging its tail and smiling in anticipation a threat. But I am prepared to accept it is possible that this particular postman may have had a fright in the past. However, he doesn't take readily to smiles from me either. And it does not help that he tends to shout Get Away, get away! as if she is a large yellow wasp. I have explained that a simple and firm command of Down… will give the required results. So instead he has started throwing the mail at her.
Mind you – half the time it is somebody else's mail, but that is another story.