A few days after, he got a first letter from some family in New York. It held money. Another arrived days later, and one more, and another, and one more, and - it all held money. And from what the letters said, it was all for Schoep.
Frowning, he called Hannah.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Hannah."
"John! Hi! How are you and Schoep doing?"
"Oh, we're fine. It's just that, there's a lot of letters here, and all from different people around the world, and the weird thing is ... they all have money, and it's all for Schoep," he said. His eyes lifted to the window, to Hannah's home a few houses away. "Do you have anything to do with this?"
He could hear her smiling as she replied, "Check your Facebook account, John."
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John did, and he saw the photo. Hundreds of thousand likes, shares and comments.
He stared at the fantastic shot, his sleeping dog resting against his snoozing self. Even if he was aware that that male holding his dog was he, he was still moved.
The image touched hearts so easily.
But what truly touched his heart were the hundreds and thousands of likes, shares, and most especially comments - all so positive and heart-melting. He didn't think so many people could relate - or even found him attractive - but he was certainly delighted.
He glanced at Schoep on his lap, looking at the photo on the computer monitor. He barked a few times, and John chuckled, running a hand through his fur.
"Stop bragging. I know you look pretty there."