excerpt below;
"On the other side of the road, a dog had stopped and was studying the sky, panting, with his tongue its one side. It was a small thing, the colour of autumn leaves, with rough fur like a brush...
The dog tilted its head as if Harold had just told it something interesting. It trotted up to Harold, and carefully placed a stone by his shoe...
It sat on its back legs, looking up at him patiently, not blinking and not moving its head."
That looks like a brown version of Spark. :D
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