Chapter 12It's been three days since the dance class and in that time, Napoleon or Ollee, as he is now known, has taken over our home and our lives. It turns out that the old man who collapsed in the street had never seen the dog before in his life. The dog had simply run to his aid, as had Patricia and Claude. Nobody has come forward to claim Ollee and he has no microchip or tattoo to identify his owner, but I'm not surprised. He's such an odd-looking dog that he wouldn't be one's first choice, or even one's sixth choice of a pet, but Patricia loves him. The dog follows her everywhere, and when she goes to work, she leaves him in the garden with food and water and the shelter of the lean-to at the back of the house. When she returns, he practically bowls her over with delight. I can hones
