November 2005
Cashew needed a place to stay just for one night; he was scheduled to be adopted the next day. In the short time we spent together, Cashew taught me an important lesson about myself.
He’s a wonderful little dog: housebroken, affectionate without being needy, gentle, obedient and quite funny. You couldn’t ask for a better all-round companion.
The one tiny problem is that … well, that he’s tiny. When I took him for walks, I felt the urgent need to explain to everyone who passed:
Actually, he’s not my dog … heh heh … yeah, I’m just fostering him … really, I’m a big-dog person…
Until Cashew came into my life, I had no idea of the depth of my shallowness.
He’s now living with people who deserve him.
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