As I drove Heidi back to my home in San Diego, I didn’t feel sad for leaving my Dad behind. My Dad is with a loved one (and a firecracker at that) who will take care of him. Knowing my Aunt J, she’s one woman who knows how to liven up a household. I can always visit them every weekend. But I was more worried about the pup that now lay sleeping beside me. What shall I ever do with this dog? Heidi might not be a match for a man who leads a nomadic life. Where shall I put her when I’m away? I can’t just leave her. And just when the thought of travelling crossed my mind, I saw the dog stir and bark at me. She was lying on a bunch of maps of Central America. At the top was a map for Costa Rica. It had been eight years since I last was there and I was planning to visit its beaches for old time’s sake. It was then that I discovered the dog’s penchant for eating paper. She had begun to rip the map to shreds. Then it came to me, maybe I can bring her to Costa Rica with me. Everything soon clicked. And as it turned out, it’s one decision I never regretted. That was how it all started.
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