Status Updates From La llamada de lo salvaje

It was too much for Buck. Of course it was; he's a champ, and even his perfect prudence wouldn't stand for stupid Spitz standing in the way of his bed, the very one he had but learned to make something like twenty-four hours prior when the snow gave way under him and so he fell upon placating Billee licking away with his wet toungue. How dare you Spitz! Only for those skulking forms! You would've been mince meet!