Tony
And then came the bark; the sharp clipped aristocratic bark, and with it came Tony, crashing through Mrs. Jayasingha with the custard pudding in the dessert cup held delicately in one hand and the dessert spoon suspended somewhere between my mouth and her ample bosom, and Uncle Ronald opening and closing the folds of the accordion in an arc just below his chin.
Tony came out of nowhere, charging and barking, leaping-turning-twisting-rolling-jumping-licking-whinning-moaning in a delirium.