I studied at MEI, lived in a study town. Next to our dormitory was a house where teachers lived, and one winter I saw a wonderful picture: a five-year-old boy and a luxurious huge tiger-colored dog were walking.
A window opened upstairs and a woman cried out, “Cesar, take him home!”
The dog grabbed the boy’s coat and carried him into the entrance, and the dog cried and shouted, “Dumb, let go, I don’t want to go home!”
I almost died of laughter.