The Metronome

"Is it your Doberman?" The military man asked."Yes, it's a girl, her name is Ilda.""It's just... Without a muzzle," the man in uniform continued."She doesn't bite," the girl patted the head of her pet; causing the dog crouched and has folded ears."How did we get here?" The woman didn't know whom to ask and, therefore, asked an emptiness in front of her.