Badam is the dog's name, not Kujo. A fitting name, though--it means "nut". Tonight Jarrod and I had another encounter with it.
When we ride the elevator down, we're always eager to see if the landlord's elevator door is open or not, because if it is, Badam will most likely be lying down in front of it, and will most likely growl or bark as we pass. It's quite terrifying, because as the elevator descends, our heads become level with that of the snarling dog, instead of the normal position of being several feet above it.
Today we saw--and all this happened within the space of about five seconds--that the door was cracked. Then we heard Badam begin to growl, then bark, then get louder as he pushed his nose in the door to open it further and come after us. Then we saw Mandira, Amit's wife, pull the dog back and heard her say, as we cleared her floor, "He's just saying 'Good Evening'!"
I think they're in denial of how scary their dog is, like the parent of a bully. This dog seriously wants to eat us.
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