He scrabbled to his paws and hurried to the window. While the posh dog’s attentions were elsewhere, she semaphored as though it were a national pastime. When his attentions returned, her performance evaporated and she smiled sweetly again. After running a paw through tassels of fur, she leant forward and said something. With a nod, the dog stood and left the table. Her smile followed, until wild gesticulations returned. Having no idea what she wanted, Oscar decided to go inside and ask, though stopped when her choreography exploded into a veritable fit that he refrain. She glanced across the bakery, before starting again with slower gesticulations. It made no difference, and he suspected gist was lost in translation, considering she wanted them to paint a tattoo of a moose on their ears wh
