Here's Don F ("Don" being a title of sorts, showing respect-- think Don Quijote). He's an older guy, kind of out of it, doesn't hear or speak well these days. He doesn't have any family left and can't work, partially because of his age and partially because he's a former fisherman and there's no longer any fishing going on. The Comunidad Cristiana supports him monthly with I think around $20. In return (not as part of the deal, but just as a way to say thanks) he started doing a little garden up-keep. Don F, the jardinero.

Most days you can find Don F sitting outside the building we use for meetings, which also is the home of a coffee shop some girls are trying to get going. He just sits. All day. Yesterday I took him a cupcake and brought Ellie down to visit. He seems to like her and she likes everyone, including him. We visited for a while. Mostly we just talked about how fast Ellie was growing. He says he likes to play cards, so I think some day I might go back for a game of War.

Another note on Ellie. She is the life of every party. When I take her out, everyone wants to talk about her. They also ask me if she bites. At home, I would be shocked that someone would imagine my dog would bite. Here, I respond, "Depends." This is meant to be our guard dog after all. No use letting everyone know what a baby she is. They say the breed is the perfect guard dog. I'm not seeing it yet, except in the sense that she might just look scary. Or frighten someone with all her slobber.

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