Inside the embassy with Bill

Outside, was a garden with a swimming pool shining in the Kalahari sun. Privacy at the pool was insured by the high wall that separated the ambassador's Residence from the place next door where the Russian ambassador lived. The pool was the fiefdom of our ambassador’s big, playful, goofy, decidedly undiplomatic dog. No human had swum there since the reception at the South Korean embassy when the Russian ambassador, perhaps into the vodka, perhaps not, had mentioned how charmed he was by the dog he wasn’t supposed to be able to see through the wall.

A great story, well told, as usual, here.