This little rat was my old dog, Capullo (Spanish for "rosebud" and pronounced ka-pu-yo.) My tio sent him to me for my 14th birthday. The dog, only 10 weeks old, arrived on Taca Airlines straight from El Salvador. He was a little bundle of white fluff, his fur had not yet turned its Pomeranian mixed shades of rust and light brown. He wouldn't eat dog food - we'd have to cook him tortillas and eggs. Or pasta. He loved spaghetti and meatballs. No joke.
Whenever I'd give Capullo his much-hated bath, he'd come out of the tub looking like this photo...a mangy mutt with 'tude. And full of cuddles.
