Mishti, the Mirzapuri Labrador

As soon as the door opened a crack, Mishti’s nose appeared and then Mishti, pushing her way in, small and gold, straining on her lead with all her might. Behind her came a team of Mirzapuris. Mishti walked right past Gilly and right past Mark and across their flat straight to the water bowl, as if she already knew where it would be. Having lapped up a great deal of water, she pricked up her ears a...