Morino: What does the kidnapper do with those things?

Yuka: Those things?

Morino: You know, the stinky things with four legs that make a lot of noise.

Did she mean the dogs?

I'm convinced that petting a puppy is good luck.

He was always eating things of hers. Clothing, books, family heirlooms.

JJ informed me, when he dropped them off, that they are French bulldogs, which has led med to reassess my opinion of the French. They may know a lot about making wine and fries, but they don't know jacques-merde about making dogs.

The dog looked up in entreaty. Liquid brown eyes begged: Take me with you. I’ll be good. Oh, the lies that dogs told.

I can still smell dog poo everywhere. It stinks.