"Nice doggie! Good old boy!" The good old boy pranced joyfully and made a charge at the door.

Brown slammed it shut just in time.
"Clear out!" he yelled, from behind it.

"Go away! Go and lie down!" The answer was a mighty howl of disappointment and an assault on the door which threatened to shatter the panels.

Job's paws were armed with claws proportionate to their size.
This would never do.

The paint on that door had been furnished by the government, and Atkins was very careful of it.