“Hey, what’s your dog doing on Joza’s third floor building?”, our store neighbor Keith told me as I was up on a chair, fixing some products on display.

“Wait, what? That’s silly, that’s not our dog.” I answered him without even looking.

“That’s your dog, the one who just had the puppies!”

This time, I hurriedly went down and looked up at Joza’s store. She really was there, at the top, and had no idea how to get down. The building was not yet done. There were still no safety railings by the terrace. Khaki was starting to panic as she searched for a way down. She was at the edge of the 3rd floor.

So how did she end up...