“Sorry!” the She-dogs yelled from the other side. “We’re closed!”
“Sorry," I said."Don't be sorry." She sent a sneer in the direction of Colin who'd rejoined his friends on the other side of the theatre. "The fact he's still breathing isn't your fault.”
“You know what a mistake is, right?""Like when Mommy yells at me and then says she is sorry later.”
“...a closeness that felt sorry and cheap the minute she walked out of the room.”
“We’re burning,” Sadie pointed out helpfully.“Noticed!” I yelled back.”
“Perezvon (the dog) ran about in the wildest spirits, sniffing about first one side, then the other. When he met other dogs they zealously smelt each other over according to the rules of canine etiquette.”