There were further kafuffles as Stella presumably reached the landing, and I could hear the dog race back across the landing, past my room. It then seemed to screech to a sudden halt, back-pedalling its claws frantically against the polished wooden floor, followed by the sound of something much heavier crashing to the ground, which I imagined was Stella making a desperate grasp for it, and missing.
As I slept with my bedroom door open, seconds later, a tiny terrier, not much bigger than a sewer rat, raced into my room, and jumped up on the bed, wagging its tail and barking at me, as if I were the one who was out of place in the room.
I watched, bemused by the little dog’s antics, as it ran from one end of the blanket to the other, crouching down on all fours with its tail wagging furious
