It was a cold day of December.

I came back of my office when, suddenly I saw a little hairball under

of my neighbour truck. While I was walking to the truck, I was listening a little whimper, which it
began to be more intense. I had had a bad day, so I did not want problems, but my curiosity was
bigger than my bad mood.

I bent down to see and there it was … It looked like a dirty tow, it was a tiny dog. First, I believed
that it was hurt, so I went for my daughter and my husband who had been looking through the
window.

My husband went out with a blanket and my daughter with some food and water. We tried to do
that the hairball came out of hiding, but nothing worked. After fifteen minutes, my husband bent
down, he went under the truck, and we listened a strong howl of pain. I thought the worst…

With the dog in his arms, we walked into our house and I checked to the dog. It was a beautiful
and dusty girl. At the same time Emilia, my daughter, was preparing medicine and some chicken
broth.

“Cookie”, thus they called her, only ate a bit and after that medicine to kick in, she was deeply
slept.

The following day, Cookie woke up like nothing and began to walk around the house. I had been
worried all the night for her, but she was fine. We were deciding or trying to do it, if would be
adopted by us, or whether she would have to go to another home.

The decisive moment was when in the vet, Cookie held my arm with a lot strong. We decided that
she never would back to afraid of being dumped.