Since the past four odd months, 6 in the morning I get a nature call. Not mine but a street dog's, who almost owns the apartment I stay in. After the last guy in the apartment enters, the building gate is usually latched. And since I am the only one who stays in the ground floor, I have no option but to adhere to the growling wake up calls from the dog, whom I would name, 'Usher'. He sure has lots of stories to tell us.
But for now, I need to get back to work.
