The rhombic dog

Le chien de la famille Müller
Le chien de la famille Müller

I looked into his deep black eyes and tried to read his thoughts. To no avail, the muscles in his face were static, without the slightest motion. If he was thinking anything then his face did not give it away. I had no idea if he was there to guard me or to watch over me or prevent me from stealing the silverware. He just looked at me. Without blinking.