A few months ago, I was walking home, when the strays near my building pounced on a new, beautiful dog. He yelped and ran to hide behind me, and feeling braver than I am (because of this canine's trust in me) I fought them off (meaning I yelled and waved my arms about in a threatening manner).
For a few days, Sniffy (I cannot tell you why I chose to call him this) would lie in wait for me everyday. Walk with me to and from the busstop. And wag his tail.
For me. I felt 10 feet taller and was proud that I could manage, without trying, inspite myself, to make a canine friend.
I havent seen him for many months now. I suspect he is no longer alive. But I see in my new puppy, what I saw in Sniffy.
my own stupid little face, grinning.
Jun 15, 2007
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