Look what the boy dragged in

Last Monday, we carpe diemed ourselves to music class with Tiago leading the way on his bike and Talia roughing it in our hiking pack. On the way home, a stray dog decided that we were a much needed distraction from the doldrums of feral life. With a squealing one year old and a giggling boy, you would think this dog might have lost interest fast. Quite the contrary. It followed us all the way home. I should rephrase that, it follow Tiago anywhere and everywhere he went. Tiago was half mesmerized and half frightened by this new found shadow. I took the opportunity to do some weeding while Tiago practiced the art of looking and not touching. I was fine with love at a distance and tried to not think about the fact that fleas can jump.

Tiago decided it needed food which I quickly changed to water. The dog waited anxiously at the door for Tiago's return. Infact, when Tiago sat by the dog, it seemed to feel finally at peace and decided to get a little shut eye. When it was asleep for a few minutes, I suggested to Tiago that we let it rest. Tiago agreed since sleeping dogs aren't all that interesting. As soon as Tiago left, the dog got up and faithfully followed.

Too bad the friendship was doomed from the beginning. It was good while it lasted.