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THE PEACEFUL AFTERNOON SHATTERS when the dogs transform from floppy, dozing lumps to frenzied barking lunatics. Seeing it’s Geordie at the door, they stand at attention like guards at Buckingham Palace, waiting for him to come in. Flora’s little body trembles in anticipation, no doubt hoping for a chance to lick him to death. Andy, who hasn’t seen him for four months, is possibly plotting his actual demise.