saving valentino

Amanda and I have been driving to work together. In her car. Because I don't have one, and want to avoid getting one.  We normally take the 10 all the way to Culver City. But yesterday traffic was a bit crazy, so we decided to exit early and take side streets.  In Los Angeles that means driving through South Central.  As Amanda was driving while working on her nails, I spotted a little dog trying to cross the four lane boulevard we were on. Amanda immediately pulled over, and minutes later I was holding a little boy Chihuahua named Valentino. He was dirty, smelled bad, his nails were worn off and the flees were literally jumping off him. The little fellow was so tired that he immediately fell asleep - while resting in my arms, standing on the side of Adams Boulevard in South Central Los Angeles.  Right there and then, it became pretty clear that rather than going out to a fancy dinner - our Valentine's day fund was going to be invested into VCA's puppy package (flea bath, blood tests, shots, wurm treatment, microchip + a round of neutering). Amanda tells me it's a really good deal.  And right now, as I am writing this post - Valentino is laying on my lap. He is the calmest, most well behaved and cutest little dog I've ever met - he does not bark and pretty much insists to be in contact with a human at all times. The vet told us he's somewhere between one and two years old and in perfect health.  Believe it or not, we Valentino already has two people courting him to become his future caretakers. That is if Otto and I can convince Amanda to give him up again.  To meet Valentino is to love Valentino.
Amanda and I have been driving to work together. In her car. Because I don’t have one, and want to avoid getting one.  We normally take the 10 all the way to Culver City. But yesterday traffic was a bit crazy, so we decided to exit early and take side streets.  In Los Angeles that means driving through South Central.  As Amanda was driving while working on her nails, I spotted a little dog trying to cross the four lane boulevard we were on. Amanda immediately pulled over, and minutes later I was holding a little boy Chihuahua named Valentino. He was dirty, smelled bad, his nails were worn off and the flees were literally jumping off him. The little fellow was so tired that he immediately fell asleep – while resting in my arms, standing on the side of Adams Boulevard in South Central Los Angeles.  Right there and then, it became pretty clear that rather than going out to a fancy dinner – our Valentine’s day fund was going to be invested into VCA’s puppy package (flea bath, blood tests, shots, wurm treatment, microchip + a round of neutering). Amanda tells me it’s a really good deal.  And right now, as I am writing this post – Valentino is laying on my lap. He is the calmest, most well behaved and cutest little dog I’ve ever met – he does not bark and pretty much insists to be in contact with a human at all times. The vet told us he’s somewhere between one and two years old and in perfect health.  Believe it or not, we Valentino already has two people courting him to become his future caretakers. That is if Otto and I can convince Amanda to give him up again.  To meet Valentino is to love Valentino.