H.R. is playing a game with Mike

There was indeed a dog lying on the lawn, and beside it squatted an old woman, looking at it anxiously. I crept over and crouched down beside it. I saw the dog clearly in the bright moonlight. The dog was small, with yellow fur, a pointed mouth, and lay motionless on the ground with his eyes closed. At a glance, you can tell that this is an ordinary house dog, not some expensive pet.