I dreamt that a dog made itself comfortable on the platform below my terrace and above the garden. Most of it is covered by a trellis on which wisteria grows, but on the southern end there is a raised platform leading to the cellar with garden tools. The dog was lying on its flank when I first spotted it. It was a mutt, but one of its parents must have been a German shepherd. The dog raised its head to look at me, but it did not get up. I just looked at it without a word. I was trying to figure out what to do with the newcomer. In the end, I went to the kitchen and filled a large glass with water. The dog was still lying down when I returned to the terrace. Its head raised, it was trying to figure out what I would do. And then I splashed it with water. The dog yelped, jumped on its feet, ran down the stairs to the garden, and then across it toward the elderberry tree on its northern end. It jumped over a few low walls and loped along the old path leading to the lower square. This is how it must have come here, I remember thinking. I was a bit sorry for the dog, but I was sure it would not be a good idea to let it make itself a home right under the terrace. When I woke up, I kept returning to my dilemma: should I have welcomed the newcomer or should I have chased it away? I did the right thing, I decided at last, but I still felt sorry for the dog.