No Dogs Allowed

So our landlady put a slight damper on things [see previous enthusiastic post] when she discovered our new 4 legged addition to the family.

The conversation went something like this:

“No Dogs Allowed in the House.”
“But she’s tiny! And harmless! and hairless”
“No Dogs Allowed in the House”
“But its our furniture!”
“No Dogs Allowed in the House”
[you get the drift here]
“But where can she go, what on earth can she do?”
“She can live outside, that’s what our dogs did”
“But shes little! She’ll be cold at night.”
[muttering in the background. I am sure I heard laughter.]
“No Dogs Allowed in the house.”
“But what harm can she do?”
“She might scratch the kitchen cupboards” [frankly I think Jojo or Roni are far more likely to do that, but lets not mention that now]
“No dogs allowed. We are coming round tomorrow to re-write the contract.”

And there you have it, poor Ayala now has to live outside. We were a bit concerned the first night, and kept checking on her. That was the most tragic sight I ever saw, sweet little thing curled up in her basket on the porch. She seemed a bit lonely [can a dog look lonely?] but the tail was still wagging. We have since got her a cosy kennel which she seems to like. In truth I think she likes living outside, but come the winter she could feel differently. We may have to get her a little sofa and radiator. Maybe a telly.