My Life in Argentina and Beyond

Thursday, November 1, 2007: A large black dog last night. He came up to me when I walked by Trigre train station. The black dog looked up at me. I had a bag full of dog food and I offered him some. He ate it, but that wasn´t what interested him. The dog followed me to the colectivo stop. He looked up at me again. I can´t take you home, I told him. I live far away. He seemed nice and docile. Soon other dogs appeared--small dogs, large dogs, wet dogs. It rained hard most of yesterday.
When I see them I think of my dog Rubio. Rubio, who lost the home he wanted. Rubio, who would have given up his life for them.