It took a while for the proprietor to open us the door, but the sound of little paws running down the hall warned us why. Alexandra finally opened us with a beautiful smile and explaining that she had put the dog in the kitchen so we wouldn’t be disturbed. The dog in question is a lovely black English bulldog called Sold. And I remember his name well not only because I really love dogs but because the joke was on. "Look, Sold already! Can’t be a better omen, right?"

Although… Now that I recall the situation ... I do not know. Perhaps the dog’s name is Salt, Sal or Sol…  Anyway, who cares! It is just a name.