When you try and separate a dog from its bone.
There was a time when self had two beagles. And they were generally well-behaved and gentle creatures — until one of them tried to poach the other’s food. Then they would growl and bite and scratch. If self tried to intervene, they would even snap at her.
In The Slaughterman’s Daughter (which self finds highly enthralling), a man who has been baiting a starving dog (the dog’s name is Tzileyger, which is probably the only time in self’s memory when a stray dog has been given a name. And not just any name, but one with three syllables) gets his come-uppance. Self will spare dear blog readers the gruesome passage, but the doctor who treats the man’s wounds comments, “I’m afraid he will live.”
p. 57: “The old man never appeared in public again.”
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
Kanlaon 