[His sniffer isn't as good as he's used to, but that doesn't stop Snack from giving a happy pant while held at bay.
Brunch, meanwhile, nods.]
Pix....
[And he cranes himself towards where his duffel bag's been left lying on the restaurant bench. (And yes, people have begun to stare. A cluster of waitresses appear to be playing rock-paper-scissors over who approaches the boy...or perhaps who calls the police...)]
arf arf yip
Brunch, meanwhile, nods.]
Pix....
[And he cranes himself towards where his duffel bag's been left lying on the restaurant bench. (And yes, people have begun to stare. A cluster of waitresses appear to be playing rock-paper-scissors over who approaches the boy...or perhaps who calls the police...)]