Last Monday morning, before seven it was, I found out that he was missing. I announced my find to CMK, his good friend. She clearly displayed her fear of the unknown. She went around the house calling his name. The shrill of her voice might have been loud enough for dog's hearing further than a hundred meters away. After a while I thought her voice was slowly going to crack.
Suddenly the love-call roughened and changed. I turned to see cause. Galloping home fast were Obam and Milo, Milo leading Obam at neck-length. The verbal scolding, in English, poured onto Milo, sometimes vented onto Obam. Their breakfast that morning was not worth the scolding they receive, so to speak. They are presently both contenders to be a top-dog at Tintap.
It was found out later that they both came from a neighbor's house whose four-legged female happened to be mengawan.
