Walking home from work I'm three blocks out from the house when I come across a pair of stray dogs. A strange pack made up of a pug and a pitbull. It's a cloudy spring night with puddles on the ground, but the temperature in the air is perfect and a pleasant cool breeze makes everything seem perfect. Then I get a real good look at the pit, who's let out a huff and his circling around me while the smaller dog tries to keep up and circles even further. Every one of the pit's ribs are exposed.
So much for the pleasant night. Now I feel nothing but sadness. It doesn't help I've been feeling sad lately anyway, but the near perfect night had been a pick-me-up until this point.
They let me pass without incident, standing on the sidewalk and watching me when I look around to see what they're doing, the smaller dog still lulling behind the bigger one. Three strays passing in the night, no real direction in life. At least they have each other. I wish them the best, but I see no good coming out of it in the end. Sometimes I don't see any good for anyone involved.
So much for the pleasant night. Now I feel nothing but sadness. It doesn't help I've been feeling sad lately anyway, but the near perfect night had been a pick-me-up until this point.
They let me pass without incident, standing on the sidewalk and watching me when I look around to see what they're doing, the smaller dog still lulling behind the bigger one. Three strays passing in the night, no real direction in life. At least they have each other. I wish them the best, but I see no good coming out of it in the end. Sometimes I don't see any good for anyone involved.