Thaz drove his car to Dumaguete one afternoon. On his way, a couple of dogs were hustling a teenage boy. The latter picked up a stone to throw at them. He pulled over to the shoulder of the road.
“Hey, hey! No! Don’t hit them!” Thaz chastised the kid, who stared at him in confusion and disbelief. The stone was still in his hand.
The dogs kept growling and barking at the kid, threatening to bite him.
Thaz stepped out of his car after grabbing a couple sticks of salami that he always had on the dashboard just in case a dog needs food. As it was, he frequently found stray dogs in Dumaguete. It took a lot of self-control for him to avoid taking them to the beach house.
When he was on the verge of starting to hoard again, he would think of Quila instead. He would replay in his mind how swee
