He sat on the steps and played with the dog. Riley was the favorite dog of the whole squad. David scratched the dog behind the ear, and he looked happy, asking him to continue stroking him. Passing by them, you stopped and decided to watch them. “The dog loves you,” you said and smiled. David didn't look at you, just kept stroking the dog and said: “he only don't likes the bad ones.” And the dog looked at you questioningly