Hilda in her red down jacket came out with the dog as she parked: it was a short-haired terrier, alert and intelligent, white with a brown patch over one eye.
You know - those creatures that seem like a single block of short-haired muscle, showing too much of the inside of their mouth on the outside, dripping and drooling, but somehow inspiring cooing affection.
Even the most avid radio listener can attest to every so often willing their sprightly and mullet-haired DJ to cut short a mind-numbingly lackluster song.