Yes, it is indeed unfortunate to find a mysterious puddle in the elevator.
Do you know what's more disturbing?
- First and foremost: this note. Lordy, please consider learning to spell - the homonyms are making me queasy.
- Second: the leap to judgement. There are ever so many ways (plenty of them uncomfortable to contemplate) in which a mystery puddle might have been formed in the elevator, and not all of them involve domestic canines. Have you conducted some sort of forensic analysis of the fluid on the floor, or have you just made an assumption?
- Third: oh, wait, I just noticed "Dog" in quotes there. Are you suggesting that our building is populated with canine simulacra, not actual dogs? And that some dog-robot may have suddenly failed, sprung a leak in an essential seal, and begun leaking internal robot-dog lubricating or cooling juices in the lift? Or that some soul-stealing ghost dog may have oozed ectoplasm while stalking a resident's essence? That puts a different spin on things; thanks for the warning.