A dog is sat by the window, still at first, seemingly pensive, as he stares blankly at the little view of the outside world the low reaching glass affords through the small shrubbery and thick leaves. He is silent, and but for the soft sound of a buzzing fly occasionally tapping the glass in desperate escape, it is still. His eyes follow the fly, slowly from left to right.

He stands, tail rigid, leans back, and lunges, making his considered and withheld attack, jaw open and hungry.

Missing, he recoils slightly, returns all four paws to the floor and readjusts. Standing at a distance he continues to watch, measuring the endangered insects movements so that he may calculate his own.