This steak here is red / And new ball here is blue / You are such a GOOD BOY / This stuff is for you!
Mojo didn’t understand any word comming from the biped hidding in the shadows, but he knew anyway who it was, and, tail waggling joyfully, was ready to greet his friend when he saw the blue ball rolling toward him.
Tilting his head, he peered at the toy a moment, undecisive about if he had the right to play with it or not. But, his friend just told him he was a good boy. And so, he jumped on the ball, playfully biting it, and throwing it to sprint on it. He had a long thankful whine, before mischievously barking on the ball, taking it on his maw to find a good place to hide it. However, a soft and delicious smell of food made him stop his rush, muzzle lifting to search where it came from. Oh! His friend had brought him food! Oh, and one of his favorite meal!
He barked twice, the ball soon forgotten behind him in favor of that steak he sprinted for, devouring it swiftly; His tongue collected then every tiny piece of tender flesh on the plate and against his maw he could have forsaken, peering at his friend. That dark-eyed biped was really his best friend! How much Mojo loved him!