We were playing cards outside, and Oliver wanted to go exploring. To save him from, you know, being hit by a car, my dad tied him up. Oliver acted like he’d lost his best friend: put his face in his paws and wept silent doggie tears.
If you know anything about animal psychology — and I don’t, by the way, just making this stuff up — you can see the defiance in his body language: paws dug into the ground, back slightly arched.
