I still remember that first Easter with Rascal. I remember the circus making a short stop in a field of tulips, the sun was shining brightly that day, and the gentle breeze made the flowers sway softly. We were sitting on a couple of lounging chairs, enjoying some ice cold lemonade, but Rascal seemed very nervous, his movements were somewhat stiff. It was his first time having any holiday away from that awful place we rescued him from. I was asked to keep him distracted while Marcelo hid the eggs, and I was annoyed, to say the least. Rascal was 17, he didn’t need to go out searching for eggs, and not like I was ever given that same chance. “You can bring him over now Stello, everything’s ready!” Marcelo called out to me. I glanced over at Rascal, only to see a look of dread on his face. I wasn’t sure what he thought was going on, but I could clearly see he was afraid. I gently coaxed him out of his seat, and brought him over to Marcelo, who had a rather wide grin on his