“No, here! Here Bobby, here!”
The young girl was pointing at the bowl in vain, as the dog seemed not to see or smell the juicy beef chunks she had cooked to him with care.
Reflexes, tail, ill-timed considerations, why is it between my legs, unpleasant situation, he’s screaming so loud, conclusions, that’s nature, bitter conclusions, that’s order of nature.
Matt knew did not know exactly what his parents were talking about under the damp light of the kitchen, but he knew for sure that they did not want to be listened, so he crouched down under the windowsill of the terrace, miming to his Golden Retriever to keep silence by bringing his finger on his lips – who stopped barking indeed.