Laulo: “Well. That is a stink.”
Rosa: “He’s been on the street a while.”
“How long, do you think?”
“Forever. Look at how skinny he is.”
The puppy was curled up protectively in front of the couch, too scared or too emaciated to even tremble.
“How old do you think he is?”
“Four months, maybe.”
Senior Dog and Pitsenji were shivering all over, excited and curious about this new arrival.
He really did stink.