You walk in your house and your dog is missing. Yes, this could happen anywhere I guess, but here I walk out the front door, ask the concierge in the red coats if they’ve seen my dog and they tell you that your Ayi has taken him (which she has never done before). That could mean many things here if you know what I mean. I breathed a sigh of relief when they both returned 20 minutes later. I don’t know what would have been worse, losing my dog or losing the person that does the laundry…
So my friend Natalie’s daughter, the talented and lovely Margaret, drew some pictures for me.
Yellow-haired lady with dog (that would be me and Bernie)
Bernardo Diego Cardenas Wong