That dog

Or as it was frequently referred to in my family "that bloody dog". Because with various family members working in close proximity they got sick of being asked daily by bewildered tourists "where is the little dog?"

Attended a lecture tonight. You'd think that having obviously spent vast amounts of money on swanky (if rather cramped) seating they'd have invested in some WD40 for the squeaky door, which was very distracting when each of the several late arrivals deigned to appear.