“Jolly! Come here!” Sara shouted, slapping her hands on her thighs and whistling, but the Labrador, half-blind and overweight, refused to obey.
“Damn dog… COME HERE! GET OUTTA THERE!”
Jolly barked loudly at what looked like a white football from afar. The tag on his dog collar — with his full name, Jolly Roger — rattled every time he pounced forward against his motionless enemy.
Sara squinted and seemed to identify the object as a dead seagull, bloated and lying belly up. Agitated, the dog would sniff the sand around the white body, almost immediately stepping back and stomping his front legs on the ground, growling, and barking again.
“I’d go get him if I were you, miss.”
— "Plague"