check marks
A tall man with a clipboard and pencil comes to visit. He says he is here to inspect the property.
He doesn’t say much more, but he makes many check marks on his paper.
He looks at my floor. Check. He examines Ruby’s hay. Check. He eyes our water bowls. Check.
Mack watches him, scowling.
Bob is outside, hiding near the Dumpster. He does not want to be a check mark.