"You'd never seen that dog before?"
"No, never. It was a pug. Its bark was a little different, too. I remembered the barking I'd heard before was from a big dog. That one was pretty small. I only heard it barking at the living room. I couldn't see anything from there... I called the property management office and waited for someone to come over, then we went together to knock on the door. We could all hear the dog barking inside. It was pretty loud. Nobody answered. Later, the property management office looked into it. The owners were a young married couple, more or less like us, a few years younger than me and my husband, with no children. Maybe they were both at work and had left the dog at home. The property management office called them, and they were quite polite. They came home early and went to the office to apologize and explain, too. I heard the dog belonged to their parents. Their parents had gone back to their hometown to visit relatives, so the couple was looking after the dog. It was probably only the dog's first day there."
"So this wasn't the dog you'd heard before?"
"I guess... I don't know. Someone at the property management office said there was no way to be sure. Maybe they'd had a dog all along and denied it the last few times someone asked, and now they were just making up an excuse... I thought its bark sounded a little different..."
"What happened after that?"
"After that, some time passed. It was another rainy day, and I was home when I heard a lot of dogs barking in the building. Not just one dog—several. An old man opened his balcony door and started cursing. I stood on my