"Woof!"
Blacky did not disappoint all. It seemed to have forgotten that it had already been killed once today.
Sharena picked up the plate and carried Blackie with one hand to prevent it from running away. She stuffed the plate to Blackie's mouth with the other hand and said gently, "Drink it while it's hot."
Blackie stuck out its bright red tongue back and forth. After licking the plate a few times, it purred and rolled its eyes. It was dead.
"How could it be?"
Bulanda looked at Blackie who was dead. His reaction was even more aggressive than its master, Sharena.
"Blackie! Don't play dead!"
Sharena patted Blackie's head and realized that the dog was only playing dead.
Sure enough, under its master's stern scolding, Blackie jumped down. It jumped happily and wagged its tail, inviting its master to play with it.
"It probably had died too many times, thinking that we wanted to see it die..."