One of my most favorite missionary memories occurred while I was in Lima, Peru. One day while proselyting my companion and I decided to visit a part of our area we rarely had time to go to because it was so far away. While we were walking through the streets I noticed a house and had that little feeling that a member lived there. I thought to myself, "it's probably just my mind making things up". We kept on walking but I couldn't shake the feeling that a member lived in that house. So I decided to follow my instincts and told my companion that we should go knock on the house because I believed a member lived there. He agreed and we headed over. Just for background information sake, houses in Lima were flat roofed so that if the family decided later to add another floor to the house they could. Most of the time the roof was accessed by a stair case and people would do their laundry up there. As we reached the house I told my companion to knock on the door but he hesitated as he was a little self conscious and asked me to knock. I told him to just knock and he again denied. The roof was sticking out over the entry way which was only big enough for one person to stand in. My companion moved out of the way so I could knock on the door and he stood under the roof. I knocked a few times and waited. I noticed that my companion had started to squirm a bit and looked over at him. A steady stream of water was falling on his head and splashing on his jacket. He couldn't look up to see what it was because it would have hit him in the face. Right as this was going on the door opened and I looked at the sister who had opened it. Her eyes got so big when she saw what was happening to my companion said, "Elder! I am so sorry! My dog has this problem and pees off the roof whenever someone knocks on the door!" I heard that and busted a gut laughing as my companion raced pass me into the house to wash off! I must have laughed for the entire day. It was the funniest thing I had seen in a while! Poor elder Arista!