dog-matism, a rare breed of
A very nice dog lives in the shortcut on the way to my house. A very nice woman, I recently found out, feeds the dog. I thought the dog belonged to the people living in the hovel alongside there. He’s obviously looked after, and quite the people dog. He’s super tail-wagging friendly, with passersby large and small. And cats.
The woman said the dog was not hers or theirs, but, to my surprise, a stray. She lives on the other side of the neighborhood, but she stops by to bring him food every morning. She’s made several attempts to take him home with her, but the dog is strangely unwilling… to stray.
Sometimes she cooks for him. The hovel-dwellers aren’t crazy about it.
But I am. I’m aware now of what a Greek mentality I’ve had to adopt just to walk through that shortcut on a regular basis. I no longer need a handwritten sign on a shoebox top or a cardboard box to tell me what it means to be civilized.
The woman said the dog was not hers or theirs, but, to my surprise, a stray. She lives on the other side of the neighborhood, but she stops by to bring him food every morning. She’s made several attempts to take him home with her, but the dog is strangely unwilling… to stray.
Sometimes she cooks for him. The hovel-dwellers aren’t crazy about it.
But I am. I’m aware now of what a Greek mentality I’ve had to adopt just to walk through that shortcut on a regular basis. I no longer need a handwritten sign on a shoebox top or a cardboard box to tell me what it means to be civilized.
4 Comments:
But... show us your dog!
I fully intended to, but the darn thing is elusive. At least I know where you are now, more or less.
I recently left a bag of trash out on the porch for a few hours, too lazy to take it to the trash can. Some obese dog ended up going through it! EW! Trash juice all over the porch.
Well, I don't think it was an obese dog, but somebody got into my kitchen trash today... and may have been found later chewing on a carrot butt...
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