JONATHAN groaned when he saw the dirty floor of the living room when he arrived home.

'Momo!" he called.

'Daddy!" said the little cheerful voice of a little girl who emerged from the kitchen.

He carried her to his arms and kissed her fluffy cheeks.

She was his pride and joy in life, his daughter, Monina.

'Why is the living room dirty, my baby girl?"

'It's the dog's fault, Daddy," his daughter replied with pouted lips.

'Dog?" Jonathan's brows ...