Always dressed his best, the little boy walked his little dog. They strolled through fields of flowers and grass, and often showed up in the main strip of town still looking clean and sharp. All of the shopkeepers and residents loved the dog (who the boy had gotten as a gift from his grandmother, and subsequently named Gigi in her honor). There was nothing in the world the boy was more proud of than the fluffy coat of hair covering Gigi’s little body. He brushed her everyday, washed and conditioned her weekly, and looked upon her like she was made of gold.