laika wants to kill my shoes

Laika followed me into the Chinese deli one day. I turned around in the aisle and there she was, wagging her tail: seven months old and riddled with scabies.

I put my shopping basket down on the floor, picked her up and took her to the vet. And that's how Laika came into my life. She eventually killed these shoes, and many more... but always with a million-dollar smile.

The other day this journalist asked me, "How would you describe your life in Argentina?"
"I don't know," I said. "I came, I rescued some animals, I left."