One man, one dog. Sitting opposite each other. Staring. Frozen. Time passes, something is in the air, ticking, about to happen.
Will they shoot at each other?
Bite each other? Tear the other to shreds.
Give each other a friendly lick?
There: the man moves. Trembles. Cheeks puff up. You see. Gape. A fine dog, an artistic beast.