Arturo led us past several rooms, a lounge room, a formal dining area and the kitchen, until we got to the backyard. Frowning, I followed him out onto the back deck and burst into laughter. Sitting on the grass outside where two dog houses. One had the name ‘Brutus’ stamped across the front of it with a gorgeous German Shepherd sitting inside, and the other had ‘Lukyan’ on it. When my brother saw it, he scowled. “Ha, ha. Very funny,” he snapped. Arturo smirked. “What? You don’t like it? I had the best carpenter in New York make this for you.”
