Walking through
town again, to get breakfast when we came upon the best picture I’ve seen this
year. No camera. Seriously? Not even a disposable that I use when we are
snowboarding. I keep it in my outer coat, which I was wearing on this walk, but
I had taken the camera out so I could wash the coat. Oh the frustration! I
wouldn’t have believed the sight, if I hadn’t seen it myself. I don’t expect
you to believe it either through just words, but I’ll give it my best.
So here is the
picture painted with words:
A small, well
attended yard inside a white picket fence sits a quaint town home. Red brick
facade with window boxes full of colorful flowers placed perfectly on either
side of the front entrance. A small concrete walk leads up to the archway
covering the small porch, which normally would have been large enough for a
couple to stand under. Today it was crowded with a small chair and peculiar
canine squatting aimlessly in the way. This beautiful mess of an English
bulldog eyed us warily as we walked by chatting. He was the picture perfect
blend of soft white and faded tan coloring, along with that pouty bulldog face
saying, ‘love me, hold me, cuddle me’. One eye lid slouched just a bit lower
than the other, those eyes were filled with such longing, wondering when his
owner would let him inside or take him home. His joules had that deep, adorable
sag, typical for the breed except for the one bottom incisor that peeked
curiously over the top of one side, adding such character to this already full
palate. And topping it all off, the poor beast was wearing a white plastic satellite
collar, fresh from the vet’s office, preventing any kind of comfortable movement
or resting position. He sat meekly as if to say, “Hurupgh” with an adorable
pouty face, following with those irresistible puppy dog eyes, “Can we go home
now?”
My heart melted
immediately and I was ready to take him home. Poor pitiful pup. But with no
photographic evidence of his plight, what is there to do. Oh the shame, walking
right by, not even stopping long enough to grab a pic. Maybe it’s for the best,
documentation of this sweet soul would make me want a loyal companion to
snuggle with and play.
Instead, here
are the images of the day, I don’t know about you, but I’m thoroughly
disappointed.
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