I heard the inner thoughts of the boss's pet dog.
"Sister, sister! I finally found you! Every day, brother sniffs your handkerchief!"
At our first meeting, the aloof and brave Czechoslovakian Wolfdog wagged its tail and pounced on me, sucking me in fiercely.
"Brother looks at sister's photos every day! Brother even calls sister's name in his dreams!"
The boss, standing beside us, looked nervous as he held the leash.
It seems like he still doesn't know that he has already been betrayed?
