Looking for Angels. Sarah Salway

A growl and then nothing. It was the silence that surprised George Donald. Since they'd been grazing the sheep on Clapham Common, his sheepdog had become quick to bark at intruders.     George peered out from behind the sheep to see Birk, tail swishing to and fro, sitting in front of a youngish man. George knew that dogs could smile, but Birk was positively drooling. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/6166     'Nice dog, but shouldn't he be on a lead?' the man shouted over. 'There are children…