As Annabelle watched the birds from the lobby door, our 5th floor neighbor Maryann, laden down with several coffees and a small dog she was walking, came to the front door. I left Annabelle sitting on the steps while I ran down to hold the door so she could enter. Maryann was worried because she didn't know the dog's reaction to cats, and I was worried since, as far as I knew, Annabelle had never encountered a dog. Maryann held the leash and walked the dog up the steps to the lobby, the dog and Annabelle calmly touched noses, and Annabelle then followed them down the hall to the elevator. I was very proud of her.
