Shri stood in her door, arms outstretched holding THE dog. It wiggled and whimpered at it's current predicament. She blinked once as she absorbed what had just happened. In the hall were several bags of dog food, toys, cloths and bedding. Nivi had all but bowled her over, thrust the dog in her hands, dropped the bags, murmured something about the atrocities of footwear, coming back “I swear.” and then slammed the door. Shri hadn't even had space to draw breath, so quickly did it happen. Now Shri had a huge small problem. One named Princess. Shri gave the longest sigh of her life.