About the Old Dog Bodřík

I watched this in the ideal scenario: My old, creaky, stout dog – my best friend in this whole world – snoozing on my lap on a cold winter morning, flitting in and out of consciousness as the sounds of the TV and the resting house punctuate the broad silence; his adoptive younger sister, a very enthusiastic but incredibly stupid dog, in a state of perpetual distraction, skulking from the kitchen t...