Chapter 34
There was the distinct smell of kennel. Wet, musky.
Some of the dogs barked at us, others were just eating the meals they just had been served.
I kept my voice low as Zoe was taking pictures. “I don’t know much about dogs, but these are the ones usually kept for guarding or hunting?”
She carried on photographing intensely. “Guarding, others hunting. Completely different mindsets, we have bred dogs for those two jobs. Yes, these are what you would expect to have in these areas. I guess they fetch a good price too.”
“And this one, is a poodle. Nothing to do with the rest, totally domestic,” I said, sounding like Sherlock Holmes to my self. “Perfect for a little girl’s pet. Could this be the one from the neighbour’s house?”
“Could be,” said Zoe and walked around the cages. A
