It seemed a good match. Carlos adored the bouncy, adventurous, mischievous retriever pup, which he named Chiquita. She was almost housebroken, he reported, and had only chewed up two socks that week.
She went almost everywhere with him. But Chiquita couldn’t go to the three-day Caterers’ Convention where Carlos had been invited to speak.
“She can stay with us,” Beulah offered.
Boy, did she regret that move.