My dog Tigra, part 2

Since giving Tigra pieces of my lunch, this dog has been following me around much more often. She sits proudly outside my door and scratches her fleas and watches while I shoo other dogs off the porch. She knows SHE can stay. She trots alongside me to the bus stop, to church, to the pulpería. I run around and she growls and bites my feet, which I guess is how a dog plays (since I’ve never had one before). She even follows me into the municipality sometimes, where I don’t have the heart to tell her to go and nobody seems to mind that she’s there, so there are days when I have an all-day companion.

Yes, I’m making a difference in the lives of others, one flea-ridden dog at a time.