Nella is our neighbor’s dog, from down the hill and around the corner. But you almost wouldn’t know it by the amount of time she spends with us.
She’s here at first light, keeping John company on the porch with his first cup of coffee. Then she joins us on our morning hike, at least through the neighborhood and up to the first guard gate before she turns away and John and I begin the climb up to Cristo.
She visits us in the afternoon and again right at dinner.
Guests who have stayed in our home when we’re back in the States have mentioned her when they write in our guest book “Cute dog comes by all the time.”
We don’t have our own dog, or cat for that matter, and don’t want one. But we love having an honorary one just the same.
