One afternoon, a stray dog wandered into the courtyard. It was a mangy, sad-looking thing, with one floppy ear and ribs showing through its fur. Quico screamed. Dona Florinda threatened to call the dogcatcher. But Chaves just knelt down. He didn't say a word. He pulled the last piece of his bread from his pocket—his dinner—and held it out.
Suddenly, a pounding came on the side of the barrel. "Chaves! Open up!" It was Don Ramón's voice, hoarse with worry. Then Quico’s. Then Chiquinha’s.
Then there was Chiquinha, the girl from apartment 8. She was smarter than all of them, with pigtails and a disarming smile that made Chaves’s ears turn red. He would never admit it, but his favorite game was "accidentally" kicking his ball onto her doorstep just so she would come out. She never scolded him. She would just pick up the ball, dust it off, and toss it back. "You're silly, Chaves," she'd say, and to him, it was the sweetest sound in the world.
The dog sniffed, wagged its tail tentatively, and took the bread.
From that day on, the dog never left. Chaves named him "Pé de Pano" (Ragfoot). The dog slept curled against the barrel, keeping the boy warm at night. And something shifted in the neighborhood. Quico, despite himself, started sneaking the dog his leftover chicken bones. Don Ramón built a little wooden crate for it. Even Seu Madruga, when he thought no one was looking, filled a chipped bowl with water and placed it next to the barrel.
One afternoon, a stray dog wandered into the courtyard. It was a mangy, sad-looking thing, with one floppy ear and ribs showing through its fur. Quico screamed. Dona Florinda threatened to call the dogcatcher. But Chaves just knelt down. He didn't say a word. He pulled the last piece of his bread from his pocket—his dinner—and held it out.
Suddenly, a pounding came on the side of the barrel. "Chaves! Open up!" It was Don Ramón's voice, hoarse with worry. Then Quico’s. Then Chiquinha’s.
Then there was Chiquinha, the girl from apartment 8. She was smarter than all of them, with pigtails and a disarming smile that made Chaves’s ears turn red. He would never admit it, but his favorite game was "accidentally" kicking his ball onto her doorstep just so she would come out. She never scolded him. She would just pick up the ball, dust it off, and toss it back. "You're silly, Chaves," she'd say, and to him, it was the sweetest sound in the world.
The dog sniffed, wagged its tail tentatively, and took the bread.
From that day on, the dog never left. Chaves named him "Pé de Pano" (Ragfoot). The dog slept curled against the barrel, keeping the boy warm at night. And something shifted in the neighborhood. Quico, despite himself, started sneaking the dog his leftover chicken bones. Don Ramón built a little wooden crate for it. Even Seu Madruga, when he thought no one was looking, filled a chipped bowl with water and placed it next to the barrel.