Once upon a time, an old, tired-looking dog came to me. He was wearing a necklace, and the dog was very careless, so I realized that he wasn’t homeless and was well cared for. The dog quietly approached me, I slapped him on the head; then he followed me into the house, slowly crossed the hallway, turned with a claw in the corner and fell asleep.

The next day he came back, greeted me in the yard, entered the house again and fell asleep in the same place. He slept about an hour.

This lasted for several weeks. Eventually I became interested, and I attached to his necklace a note of the following content: "I would like to know who is the owner of this beautiful dog, and does he (that is, you) know that the dog almost every day comes to me to sleep?"

The next day the dog came back, and the following answer was attached to his collar: "He lives in a house where six children grow up, two of whom are under three years old. He is just trying to sleep somewhere. Can I come to you tomorrow too?”