I left the temple two seconds or so before the puja finished, hurried to the nearest bathroom to peeeee, and left properly by completing a circle around the temple -- one should not walk away from the temple against the official Kora/circle-making (skor wa) direction --, approaching a black furry dog by the temple's entrance stairs.
I: How are you?
Dog: Good, how are you?
Dog: What’s your name?
I: Nora. And you?
Dog: Susan. (Something like that. All dogs in India seem to say this.) Do you come here often?
Susan: Where do you live?
I: In the guesthouse. Yourself?
Susan: Around here.
I petted her for a bit, then readied to go: I will go back now, and left. Behind my back, I saw the dog imagine barking loudly at my back. But she was not sounding her physical voice.
You’re doing what the monks are doing, I laughed, doing something invisibly.
Susan: Barking is not allowed around the temple.