A small white fluff dog, pup-pup, walked up the path, on a long long leash, happy to be out. His smile was in his walk. Small dogs move their feet twice as fast as big dogs, humans, at least that’s what it SEEMS LIKE. All you have to do is FOCUS on those legs. Those legs got hummingbirds in ‘em (Ever seen a hummingbird FLY, they are HYPER little things!)!!!! This was a Maltese dog, at least so his humans said.
There was a dark gray dog, streaks of white, black and gray (He was like a terrain map.). You could say these were spots on this dog, although they were more like melted charcoal sketches/etches on a white sheet of old parchment. This was a good ole DAWG, i.e., a dog with soul (or at least from the USA South… joke there…)
A black dog, friend to the gray dog, hobbled through the grass. He was an old dog, with a “graying” muzzle, i.e., white specks, hairs. He’s an old man whose hair is “turning gray” so to speak. He’s a DAWG too.
These are the type of dogs, these two DAWGS, that a man would take on a hunt. A human would take these two DAWGS with him, in the truck, on a long ride in the country. Or perhaps they would be sprawled out on the wooden floor in front of the fireplace in the country, the man in the old comfy chair, the two DAWGS on the floor…
There was a man in the park today. He was an older man, dressed
casual, with a day-old beard on his face. He had these two dogs, the one gray and white (spotted), the other black. The black dog was older – the fur around his mouth was “going white” (Like a human getting gray hair, as he or she gets older.).
The black dog was disabled. He hobbled. The gray dog and the man walked slow, waited for the black dog to catch up to them.
(At one point, the little white fluff dog, came up to say hello to the black dog, who was sitting in the grass. It was wonderful. They touched noses.)
As the man and the two DAWGS left, the man carried the black dog to their truck – the black dog’s hips were in a “sling”. The man held the ends of the sling UP, to help the dog walk to the truck.
I asked him what was wrong with the black dog. He told me that the dog had torn some ligaments in his back legs (the hips).
They touched me, these three. The man was so gentle with this black dog. The gray dog stayed near the black dog. They were THERE for each other.
It touched my heart to see that.
And the little white fluff dog, pup-pup, just made me LAUGH.