dog

There's a dog in the apartment, now. Did I tell you? A big boy. A white American bulldog. Nobody had told me anything, as usual. The way I met the dog is I was getting out of the bathroom after a shower. I had already unlocked the door and opened it ajar as I was picking up my shampoo and stuff. Then I turned around -- towel, clothes, toothpaste etc. in hands -- and that's when I saw the dog. It had pushed it's huge white head and pink nose in the opening of the door and was looking at me.

I stepped back in surprise, "Putain." All things considered it is a reaction to be expected when a dog you don't know suddenly appears, his heavy jaw at balls' height, staring at you with his unreadable eyes.