Thank you, Mr. Martinez. I'll...
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"Thank you, Mr. Martinez. I'll get the pooch." All the paper work had been completed and the pepper-coated Schnauzer was ready to be taken to his new home. "What should we call him, Dad?"
"They said the previous owners simply called him Pooch," Carlos' dad replied. "We could call him that, I suppose."
"No," Carlos said. "That won't do. He's special. He's joining our family now. He needs a different name."
"That might take some thought," his dad said distractedly, as he put away his checkbook and reached for the dog over the counter. The shelter administrator had come back with the one-year-old yapping bundle of energy.
"I've got it!" Carlos said with a smile on his face. "His name will be Amigos, because he will be my friend -- maybe my best friend." Carlos' delight was obvious. He smiled at his newly acquired dog, which was licking his face with abandon.
"They said the previous owners simply called him Pooch," Carlos' dad replied. "We could call him that, I suppose."
"No," Carlos said. "That won't do. He's special. He's joining our family now. He needs a different name."
"That might take some thought," his dad said distractedly, as he put away his checkbook and reached for the dog over the counter. The shelter administrator had come back with the one-year-old yapping bundle of energy.
"I've got it!" Carlos said with a smile on his face. "His name will be Amigos, because he will be my friend -- maybe my best friend." Carlos' delight was obvious. He smiled at his newly acquired dog, which was licking his face with abandon.
