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other boyfriends never reported her to the police because they were ashamed of being
overpowered by a woman, but Jose stood up for himself and decided to put an end to her
abuse—the day that she dumped him, and needless to say her new relationship with the man after
Jose didn‘t last, even a day.
Now, Jose needed someone to love. Just at the moment that he was sitting in his dining room, with nothing productive to do in mind, a girl knocked on his door, crying, looking for her dog because she was walking by Jose‘s house at that instant and she saw Jose‘s dog, which looked just like the dog she lost. The dog ran away from home seeking the love of a female dog of his same breed, and now he was doomed because he never found his ideal female and he‘d lost his way home.
Fortunately for the dog, someone picked him up twenty miles away from home when the dog passed by the Good Samaritan‘s house because he thought the dog was a stray dog. The girl had no idea of what had happened to her dog.
Jose‘s mother, Riley, answered the door. “Aww,” she said to the girl and gave her a big hug. “What‘s wrong? How can we help you?”
“I just lost my dog, and I think he‘s here!” the girl said, crying bitterly.
“You‘re talking about our dog? You think our dog is your dog?”
“At least it looks like my dog,” replied the girl even more saddened.
“I‘m sorry,” Riley said.
“I can‘t live without my Roy!” She started crying in Riley‘s arms. “Don‘t cry,” Riley said to the girl, trying to remain calm. “Jose! Jose!”
Jose went to the living room in a matter of minutes. “What‘s going on, Mom?” He saw the girl crying. “Ah!”
Riley explained, “She lost her dog and she thought for a minute that Joe was her dog.” “I‘ll tell you what,” Jose said, “I will give you my dog and then I will buy another one for
me.”
“But you‘ve had a relationship with your dog for quite some time! Why don‘t you buy me a dog, if you insist on buying a dog, and keep your dog?”
The next day, Jose went to the dog pound with Kelly instead of going to the pet shop because his cousin, Suzy had bought a kitty at a pet shop and it died three weeks afterward. He didn‘t want that to happen to Kelly‘s new dog. Kelly loved her lost dog so much that she chose a dog that looked exactly like him.
“Now, all we have to do to be able to tell Joe and Levy apart is to put different-colored collars on them.”
“That‘s a good idea, Jose. Speaking of that, if your name is Jose, why did you name your dog Joe?”
“That wasn‘t me. That was my former father—I mean stepfather. He hated me so much that he‘d do anything to make me angry. He named the dog after me ever since he was a puppy. He says that the dog‘s real name is Jose and his real name is Joe.”
“Why don‘t you just change the dog‘s name?”
“He‘s responded to the name Joe for so many years…” “We can train him to respond to a different name.” “What name do you suggest?”
“I suggest Jon. It‘s a similar name and the real name would be Jonathan.” “I am going to name him Jonathan.”