True, Boeffie has a quaint habit. Whenever we are not at home, he manages to pry open the sliding doors, and piss in every corner of the house. And I mean ‘every’ corner. He doesn’t do it when we are around; only when he’s left alone. Another habit of his is to piss on everything we leave out on the terrace. And so, while reading a book on the balcony, and the phone rings, you put the book on the floor, and when you come back you will find it back in a yellow puddle. The children’s toys, Hana’s bucket with street chalk, the tricycle, anything will do.
Last week we had an electrician working on the balcony, and they had left their tool box open on the floor. You should have seen their faces when they noticed there was water all over their tools. They looked up, but there was no water anywhere. And then they saw the dog, sitting there in the corner, looking innocently at them. They were good sports about it; didn’t open their mouths. But I can just see them cursing my dog and my entire household while driving back home.
When we stopped the car, it quickly came running, and wanted to jump in. And so we let it in.
"Spike," said Hana.
Now if anyone recognizes this dog (the one on the left) as his/hers, and can tell me what color collar it was wearing, (s)he can pick the dog up from my place.