There's a sweet puppy who lives -- lived -- in our neighborhood. He "belonged" to one family, but not really. He was a street dog, like thousands in Santiago, but they let him come into the house when they were home. He spent his days walking neighborhood people to and from their homes, but never strayed far from our little tangle of streets. When he was tired, he'd hang out with the folks who run a newsstand/"kiosko." When he saw any of the many of us he knew, he'd run up, tail wagging, and say hi. It turns out he had a second family that he spent time with, not far away. They left him alone in their fifth-floor apartment for a little while, not long ago. He hated to be alone -- he was so social -- and apparently he jumped out the window, fracturing his spinal cord. He's in the hospital; they don't know if he'll walk again or not. There are posters all over the neighborhood, some of them made by the little children in crayons. The kiosk owners are collecting money for him. People who've never spoken before are gathering at corners to discuss his updates and wipe away tears. I hope he comes back healthy...It's turned out he's the best neighbor any of us have!