At the crowded shelter, they had called her “Puppy 23.” But the man who took her home with him called her Chiquita. She didn’t care what he called her; she loved him. He gave her food and water. They played ball and went for walks. On one of her walks, she made a sad old woman laugh.
“Chiquita,” said the man, “I think we have new career.” She didn’t understand the words, but it sounded nice.
Carlos, the town’s leading caterer, sometimes donated tasty snacks to the local retirement home. That’s how he knew the home needed another therapy dog.
“Chiquita,” said the man, “I think we have new career.” She didn’t understand the words, but it sounded nice.
Carlos, the town’s leading caterer, sometimes donated tasty snacks to the local retirement home. That’s how he knew the home needed another therapy dog.
