Wellnow. Snarly Harley stood six feet from the door and snarled. I’ll try again in an hour, and then an hour after that. Of course, he may be one of those dogs who, under stress, will hold his natural urges until he can’t any more, and then he will either give in when I try again or he will make a mess.
But now, I have letters to write.
Eddie the Rottweiler is *much* better.