The dog had the most interesting haircut Max had ever seen.
He stared at it as he nibbled on a cookie his mother had given him to shut him up. It stood a few places further up in the immigration line, still and silent. It was small, no bigger than Max himself. The bright lights of the airport set the blonde colored fur all over its body — well-groomed and as fluffy as a teddy bear’s — glistening. But the hair on its head was another matter.