He was sitting on the kerb in the sun as we approached.
He saw the beagle and looked up at me nervously.
“Is she…?” he began.
“The friendliest dog in the world? Yes.” I replied, smiling.
He relaxed, visibly.
“Unless…” I began.
He stiffened again.
“Unless you’re a squirrel,” I said. “But you don’t look like a squirrel.”