Lewis's pat was heartfelt and Nop released. Nop had some foul-tasting stuff on his tongue. He wondered where it had come from. Briskly, Nop trotted along beside the tractor and, while Lewis put the machine away, Nop galloped up on an unsuspecting barn cat and set her spitting and scurrying up a tree. Nop's tail was as gallant and silly as a plume.
Food smells at the kitchen door.
He and the Stink Dog touched noses. Worked cows and woolies. Oh, I am a fine stockdog. He retired to his rug beside the woodbox and started cleaning himself, happily.