The Dog Downstairs

Our landlord has a dog. It has a name, but I don't know it, so I call it Kujo. It fits. Kujo is a very angry dog, and on top of that, he smells bad. I think he might be angry about how bad he smells.

The first time we met Kujo was when we went to our landlord's flat to meet with him and his wife before we officially began renting. I was so excited that there was a dog--I love dogs! But when I touched Kujo, he started growling at me.

"Oh, don't touch him," Mandira, Amit's wife, said, "He's a bit grumpy. He's been sick." I tried to stay away from him for the rest of the night.

But ever since then, he hasn't seemed to get any less grumpy. I will use the lift, and when it passes the Sen's floor, the dog will growl/bark, and continue doing this for some time after I've passed.

One day I needed to leave our flat. I noticed that the elevator said "In Use," and pressed the button as soon as it was unlit. I heard a muttering from below and watched as the elevator, complete with the doorman and Kujo inside, arrived.

I was terrified to get into the elevator with the dog, but got in anyway. The doorman would be a witness to my murder, at least. Kujo was fine during the ride, actually, but as soon as the elevator arrived at the ground floor, the doorman led the dog out. The dog, who is kind of fat, hobbled out and began growling at the world. It's just an angry dog in general.