Chapter 20
At the pound
(Ferrari)
The next morning, I decide to get up early to go and visit the pound. I want to go before the roads become paralysed with the chaos of city traffic.
Actually, it’s not me who does all the deciding.
Towards 6:00 a.m., Lucky rests his little wet nose on the bed and waits for me to open my eyes. As soon as they’re open, he takes the initiative. He puts his front paws on the bed and, barking, forces me to get up and see to him. As I’m already up I decide to call a taxi.
The weather’s dreary today, Tancredi will feel at home.
I call the freephone number and book a taxi for 8:00 a.m., then go into the kitchen to wait for my housemate to appear.
At 8:00 a.m. on the dot, we’re outside on the main road.
The taxi is punctual. We quickly climb inside, I give
