Lately, however, our interactions with the lab have become a bit odd. Dorothy and the lab seem to be engaging in a contest to see which one can be more submissive. I'm reminded of two people being uber-polite and engaging in a kind of contest of "After you!" "Oh, I couldn't possibly! After you!" "But I insist!" Etc.
For this is what happens when Dorothy and the lab are about half a block away from each other. They will see each other and stop. The lab will immediately lie down on its belly, in a submissive, come hither, let's greet way. But Dorothy, when she sees this from half a block away, won't keep walking towards the lab, but instead will lie down herself, and then roll over on her back, showing the world --and presumably the lab half a block away--her pretty pink belly.
So there the owner of the lab is, standing over a dog who is lying down on its stomach, and there I am, standing over a dog who is lying on its back. All four of us are at a stand-still. All four of us fools.
Dorothy, not liking to be called a fool, thank you very much.