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MR. MICHEL'S DOG

Excuse me, sir. Would you have scrap meat for my dog?

I'm sorry?

Would you have scrap meat for my dog?

- Anything else? - Nothing.

Wait.

- Thank you. - I like animals.

I'm sorry, I work different hours, so...

- I can't always be watching people go by. - I understand.

It must be pretty recent because I've never seen his dog.

It's very recent. The butcher told me last night.

- It's funny that he has a dog. - I'm late for work. I have to go.

- So long, Mrs. Brisseau. - Goodbye, Mr. Armand.

- Have a nice day. - Thanks. You too.

So, Mr. Robin, are you taking these measurements?

Of course.

- A bag of rice. That's all? - Yes, thank you.

- Thank you. - Goodbye.

There you are, you little bastard!

Liar! Aren't you ashamed? Liar! I'll teach you not to mess with me!

You little scoundrel! You made it up, didn't you?

Little scoundrel, you! I'll teach you not to mess with me!

Dirty little scoundrel. Liar! Have you no shame?

Mr. Michel?

- I'm sorry. I scared you. - Not at all. I can't open my door.

I was concentrating on my lock and got caught by surprise.

I'm very sorry.

- Here. - What is it?

It'll make your dog happy.

Open it.

Wait.

Isn't that something?

I knew you'd like it, but it's not for you.

It's good for the teeth and for calcium too.

And it's veal, so he can't choke.

When bones are too big they splinter, and the dog can get sick.

Even big dogs.

I like dogs very much.

I like you too.

- I'll help you — - No! You won't be able to!

I can't even open it myself. So, imagine. That door is impossible.

And with this bone, I'm a bit embarrassed.

You shouldn't be.

We have to be careful because he can escape.

- Yes, he's escaping. - No!

Yes, he's escaping!

- Your bone. - My bone. Thanks so much.

Thank you so much. Goodbye.

There, catch!

The radio is fixed. Your mom will be happy.

- You hear the music? - Yes.

- It works fine. - Yes.

- There you go. - My mom will pay you next time.

Ah, well... As you wish.

Let's do that.

Sir, can I see the dog?

- Who told you I had a dog? - Bruno.

- Bruno? - The concierge's son.

He said you had a black Dachshund.

If you believe all Bruno says... come on. Let's go. Come on.

No, I want to see it!

- Come on, be nice. - No, I'm not leaving.

- Be nice, come on. - I'm not leaving.

I won't leave.

- Yes, you're leaving. - I'm not leaving.

I'm not leaving.

- You'll see it some other day. - No.

- Yes, some other day. - No.

Listen to me. He's very timid, and he's afraid of everything.

- You wouldn't want to scare him? - I want to see it.

- Some other day, I said. - I'm staying right here.

- You want to see it? - Yes.

- Really? - Yes.

So, I'll show it to you. Come on.

- There. He's there. - Where?

See, he got scared. He's under the bed, you see.

He got scared. That's enough now. Come on.

It's for my dog.

I don't have much left.

I hope he has good teeth.

Tomorrow, I'll have offal.

What's he doing?

Sorry, I didn't hear you. Good morning, ma'am.

Your dog heard me.

What's it about?

They're coming Tuesday next week to read the gas meter,

around 11:30 a.m.

By the way, your dog has quite a bark.

What breed is it?

It's a Dachshund. A black Dachshund.

Imagine if it was a bulldog!

Poor thing. Happens all the time.

Always locked up inside.

Say, you don't use much gas, do you?

Sit, George. Shut up!

It's not coming out, is it? I don't like dogs.

- Don't let him loose. - Don't worry.

- I forgot to shut the window as you rang. - I'm done.

Funny, because my name is also George, so when you call him, it feels strange.

That's enough!

Look at that mess! Damn dog.

I'm always careful with my bike.

When it's wet outside, I carry it up.

It won't go away.

What is this? What did that damn dog step into?

It looks like ink or paint. It's impossible to clean.

I'll get some detergent.

Dogs are allowed, but no more than that.

- I've had it. - Quiet, buddy. Nice dog. That's it.

Nice dog. That's good.

That's good.

Oh, my God!

What nerve!

Quiet, George. Go lie down, boy. Good boy.

I'll be right there.

He's not in.

I rang twice. No answer.

- Are you sure? - Yes. I rang twice.

He doesn't answer.

- You don't know where he is? - No.

I haven't seen him since yesterday.

You'll all be glad. I drowned my dog.

- He just got in. - I know. I saw him go by.

So... Mr. Michel.

- Lately, we realized that — - We could see something was wrong,

and we thought it might be our fault.

So, we all got together.

As not to change habits, there's scrap meat for the dog.

There you go.