Art, who was mad for dogs, was on the floor in an instant, letting Flora snuffle him and lick his hands before ruffling her ears, all else temporarily forgotten. "'Allo there, hundgie! Are you a good old hundgie-wundgie, eh? Gotcha nose on summat? Tell ya what, Will turns his nose up the bikkies, me an' Flora'll snaffle 'em, don't matter what shape they are."