I saw this cute white dog. A lean, graceful dog, completely white apart from two black stripes - like artwork near his neck.
He trotted from one place to another gracefully.
I love animals from the time I adopted a stray cat. Before that, most animals gave me the creeps. And I could not understand people who spoke of their pets, like, as if , they were children. Now, I do that too. I hug, kiss and fondle my cat and would give my life for her.
Anyway I saw this dog at the signal, near High Grounds Police station and I peered out of my auto. I wondered who he was, what was his life story. He had just stopped being a puppy and he looked happy. He had this happy, expectant look in his eyes and looked as if he was smiling.
I saw all of a sudden, that he wore a nice collar. And he was out in the rain! Which means he must have been abandoned. He did not look lost. He looked as if he had spent a day or two out on the road. Perhaps he was recently abandoned. And the poor dear was yet to realize it or fully accept or understand it.
Happily scampering around , agreeing well with this new found freedom. Not yet hungry and not yet cold. Probably expecting his master to come up anytime to him to say 'Enough buddy, let's go home now'.
I wish someone else finds him and adopts him and loves him silly. For him it won't be the same. He will keep wondering about his old master. But better a new master than a cruel, hungry, diseased existence on the road, wondering why his life turned miserable.
What do we humans care anyway?
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