Guard dog
As Laura and I walked back to the centre after picking up lunch, the earlier downpour had turned to drizzle and the sky was beginning to brighten. We turned up the street to the Centre and there he sat. Rex is a dog I know well; he is a gentle soul and belongs to one of our families. He follows the grandma (abuela), and girls everywhere and today was no different. He was sat by the door patiently waiting, guarding, …