Thursday afternoon, this sweet, 12 year-old dog showed up at my door. She was lost, hot, tired, hungry, thirsty and very scared. I let her in, and while I cooked a chicken breast for her, she laid down and cooled herself on the cold tile floor inside my door.
Once the smell of cooked chicken permeated the air, "Gladys" decided to come to the kitchen and investigate. After her meal, she retired to a spot underneath my dining room table, where she settled in for a long nap.
A digital picture and an advertisement on Craigslist reunited her with her owners, who live several blocks away. "Gladys" resumed her life as "Chiquita," and all is well.
She was good company on a summer afternoon.
