Jack, wake up. I heard something at the front door.

— It’s three in the morning. It’s probably just a raccoon.

No, it’s someone!

— Are you sure?

No.

— No? So why did you wake me up?

Because we don’t have a dog.

— What? Are you OK?

Did you lock the door last night?

— I think so, but I don’t remember. Could you please let me sleep? I have a tough day tomorrow.

Shhhh! There it is again. Did you hear it?

— What, the neighbors flushing? Is that what you heard?

No, shhh. Listen. I think there’s someone in the house. We need a dog. A really big one. What breed is your brother’s dog? The one with the foreign name.

— A Great Dane.

A Great Dane? You told me it was a Rottweiler.

— Yeah, well... what do I know.

I bet he gave the dog a preppy name. Like Archibald or something like that. I say that because his cat has a ridiculous name — Piruleta, I think it’s called. Where on Earth does he come up with those names? If we had a dog, I’d name it... Soho. What do you think? Do you like it? Jack? Are you asleep? Jack?

— Yes!

Well, then go see what is going on downstairs.