文档介绍：13. An Extra Ten Minutes
On Monday afternoons at two o’ clock, Beau and I would arrive at the Silver Spring Convalescent1 Center on Milwaukee’ s northeast side of town for an hour of pet therapy with the seniors who lived there. We’ d walk the hall-ways greeting everyone on our way to the hospitality room, where residents e to pet Beau and bask in2 the adoration3 of this beautiful, happy, ten-year-old, y-nine-pound Doberman4 ’ d never know this was the same dog that arrived at my doorstep eight years earlier so beaten, scarred and scared5 that as soon as he made eye contact with you, he’ d lie down on his back with his feet up in the air and pee6 until you petted and soothed him into feeling safe.
On our first visit, as we walked through the canary7-yellow Hallway One, I heard an elderly man’ s excited voice, thick with a German accent, streaming8 out of room 112. “ Ma, Ma, the German dog is here! The German dog is here!”
No sooner did I hear the voice than a wrinkle-faced,six-foot tall,white-haired pogo stick9 of a man was greeting us at the door, swooping10 his big, open hand and strong arm across the doorway, inviting us in. “ I’ m Charlie. This is my wife,e in, come in.”
When Beau heard Charlie’ s friendly, enthusiastic voice, his entire body went into his customary wagging frenzy11 and lean
Against-your-thigh position, waiting for a petting, which was i