At that moment, I thought I heard another little whine, and I glanced up in time to see a tiny, little, black and white puppy come running over to the staircase banister. He must have been hiding in the corner behind me when I came through the stairwell door, and I must have walked right by him on my way to the staircase. I quickly looked around the empty second floor again to see if perhaps this puppy’s owner was also crouched in a corner or something (granted, that would have been weird), but it was obvious that this puppy was alone and very scared. The poor little guy was trembling and wanted so badly for me to pick him up. As soon as I did, he calmed down.