Unlike poor ol’ Kim K., the guy who forced his way into our room was not masked, did not tie us up in the bathroom, and didn’t take anything. Our intruder only wanted to help. Especially making coffee.
I was startled on our 5th floor balcony when something furry seemed to be bumping into my leg. Sans cafe at this point, it took a couple of bumps to realize that it was something more aggressive than my cotton-terry robe brushing my leg. Oui, c’etait Richard, a very serious, beautiful Chow (a.k.a. Puffy Lion Dog, appropriate for the Shangri La).
He apparently isn’t as big as he looks, as he had squeezed himself through the narrow iron fencing between our balcony and his owners’.
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