We called him Tihar. He showed up as we left New Orleans Cafe on Kathmandu’s glittering-iest weekend and decided to walk us home. Too well-behaved for a stray, we thought he must belong to one of the many expat families living nearby. No one we asked seemed to know where he came from though.

And so he stayed two days, made friends with the household. Found himself a comfortable spot on our front porch. We stocked up on dogfood. But he left the morning after the festival ended. Bolted out of our gate, turned back for just a second, looked at us… and disappeared down an alley. Our special guest for the holidays. We hope he’s gone home to his family.