That’s not really the question, is it?
Oh, no. Yappy Yappy Hairy dog made up his mind a nanosecond after seeing me reach for the camera in my bag.
That’s him filling his tiny lungs, ready to let out a mother-of-all-extra-long-ululating-yappy-owl (director’s cut, very extended version).
I’ve made a friend!
You can, if you wish, send friendship requests to yappy-yappy-ululating-hairy-barky-dog.
His mobile number is around his neck.
Yap! Yap! Yap! Ahoooooooooooo-Yap-Yap-Yap! Ahooooooooooooooooooo!!!