At the other end of the car ride, Lukáš and Marek waited for him. Each visit could have been the first.

Bibo’s floppy ears tensed and rotated like a radar. Excitement gave way to sneezing fits. His tongue lapped around his black nose. He gasped for air through a yawn.

We parked in the garden. Bibo yelped for his valet to open the door.