One Sunday morning, Charo woke up to find Tomoko staring hard at him.
"Arf arf arf! Good morning, Tomoko! I wonder... what's wrong."
Suddenly, Tomoko lifted him up and looked him straight in the eye.
"Charo, are you from Japan?"
"Your Japanese owner, is his name Shota?"
"Yes! How come you know? Arf!"
"Oh, this is insane."
Tomoko carried him over to the bed and sat down.
"I'm sorry, Charo. I didn't mean to upset you. You see, I had this weird dream last night. There was an old woman who called herself... uh... Andorra. She said you were from Japan and that you wanted to go home and... No, forget it. It's just a dream."
"Andorra? She appeared in your dream? Arf arf arf!"
Charo barked hard. Hard enough to make Tomoko realize that there was something he wanted to say.
Once again, she picked him up.
"Hmm... Okay, Charo. Let's give it a try. Now listen to me. If you understand me, bark twice."
"Do you understand me? If you do, bark twice."
Half jokingly, Tomoko was trying to see if Charo would really be able to communicate with her.
"Arf arf! Yes, I understand you. Arf arf!"
Charo was very excited and kept barking, of course, twice at a time.
"Arf arf! I'm from Japan! Arf arf! I want to go back to Shota. Arf arf!"
"Charo, you need to slow down. Once again. You want to go back to your owner ... who is an eight-year-old boy named Shota. If this is true, bark twice."
There was no doubt about it.
It was hard to believe, but Charo was communicating with her.
Tomoko jumped up, grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil, and started to draw a picture.
Quickly finishing it, she showed it to Charo.
It was a picture of a big dog with an eyepatch.
"Charo, this is Dread, right?"
"Arf arf. I miss him. I miss him so much."
"He passed away recently."
Tomoko gently hugged him and stroked him.
"It's okay, Charo. I understand what you've been through."
"He was... like a father to me... He's gone."
"He's gone and you're trying to get back to Japan, right?
"Arf arf! I want to go home. I want to go back to Shota."
Tomoko was moved. She gently put him down on the floor and sat next to him.
"The old woman was right. You do understand me. But more than that... Gosh. A small pup like you, trying to get back to a faraway country like Japan. And I'm just whining over my dream without even trying."
"I'm ashamed of myself. Okay, Charo. You want to go back home, and I want to become a playwright. We both have our dream, we both try hard. Let's see who gets to the goal faster. Like a race. What do you say?"
It was a wonderful morning, one that neither of them would ever forget.