With a weary sigh, Sebastian waved away a puppy: - No chance, mate. Let me first get on their feet. The chances would not have been in any case. Releasing a stick, threw pup on the road, leaving Seb with a senior dog, who got out of the bush and now poked his nose in his hand, demanding that he scratched for uhom.- So we stayed together with you, my friend? And where do you live, huh? - Milo does not speak in English. He lives with me, Mr. Castellano. The stranger said it with the same accent with which said its British counterparts. The owner of the voice was on the other side of the road and had hidden from him the car.