The mangy dog awaits his bone.

The mangy dog barked furiously at 5pm yesterday.

Tried to appease it but couldn't find any bone. Ran out of bones.

I thought I could get one at 6:30pm so i told the dog to be patient.
It didn't heed any of my advise.

6:30 came without any bones. Too bad.

I found out that the bones will come in by 7:15 or so.

"A tiny brain expects invulnerability" is like one who lives on the iceberg and doesn't know 99% of the mass is under his feet. So his prima donna attitude continues to feed the ugly and fat monster - its becoming fatter and uglier by the minute.

Live goes on.

Finally bone arrives 8:15pm. The spoilt brat seems appeased ... for a while.