Maxquile I was a stray dog with a GPS tracker on his collar. He was scruffy, he was adorable. He had learnt from a young age to identify the kind of children who always had wanted a dog, and to follow them home. He was perfectly behaved, and he played with those who played with him and he left alone those who left him alone. When there were no people about he would stand still near windows and he would howl. That was when the grey men came and took him away, along with all the valuables in the house.