I caught a glimpse of Yellow Dog (http://snugpug.blogspot.com/2006/06/wildlife-in-singapore.html) in his field yesterday, at the distant far end. He had a friend with him. Funny how seeing a dog you don't really know while you're on the way to work makes you feel like it's a good day already.
Everytime P gets on the night transport home with me, I look forward to seeing the dog that lives opposite him -- the one that gets caught in the van's headlights when the driver makes a three-point turn after dropping him off (http://snugpug.blogspot.com/2006/05/a-dog's-life)
It doesn't bark at us anymore, it's just resigned. Like it's resigned to sleeping on the concrete driveway. Sometimes, it sleeps pressed with its face against the gate at the end of the driveway. Sometimes, it's pressed up against the front door, like a big furry draught excluder, guaranteed to trip up whoever goes through the door.
Sometimes, the rest of the house is dark, everyone must be comfortable on soft beds while it lies there. HRH would have a fit if she realises how some dogs have to live.
On Friday night, the house was ablaze with lights. Everyone's up watching the World Cup. And dog lying out there by himself. He must wonder what people do indoors. Tonight, I didn't see it although its water bowl was still there. I hope it got to go indoors for a little comfort.
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