He slinked into town one balmy July afternoon.
The desert sand filled every vacant wrinkle on his face.
He hadn't eaten for three days.
He licked his dry, cracked lips.
His legs felt weak.
His body felt weak.
A comfortable bed was a distant memory.
People pointed.
Tongues wagged.
The stranger kept walking.
No familiar faces.
No friendly faces.
Twenty miles to the next town.
A mangy mongrel looked him up and down.
He returned the disdain.
He turned a corner.
And then...
A young girl patted his head.
"Mum, look at this poor Chihuahua, can we take him home?"
Peter Muscutt about 10 years ago
I think we had a dog like that once. Although he wasn't Mexican. Nice twist at the end!
Bryan Thomas about 10 years ago
Thanks, Peter!
Frenchie about 10 years ago
Wow... that was good :-)
Kimberly about 10 years ago
I love it! We never know what the animals have been through.....
Bryan Thomas about 10 years ago
Thanks, Francine and Kimberly!