When we arrived at the hotel, we saw that lots of street dogs had come out of nowhere to bark at this strange lazy black English dog that travelled in a cab. We didn’t want a dog fight to start, so Larry jumped down and danced through the barking dogs, clearing the way for us to follow by waving a magazine about in front of him. And after him Leslie, Margo, Mother, and I carried Roger, Barking and Biting, into the hotel, closing the door quickly behind us.