The day closes and the dogs are hungry. Until a car drives up. Unloading from it’s boot a meal that’s been cooked just for them. Just one of the many stops this girl makes. Giving the friendly neighbourhood strays their sustenance. Somewhere else laws are being passed. Laws that limit the freedom of your dog. A rule that says he has to be on a leash if he is in a public space. But this girl loves dogs in all shapes and sizes. She has a few medicines in her pocket. If a ear is infected a few drops are administered. The dogs know her well. Pavlovs whistle is replaced by the sound of her car engine. She does’nt find favour with most people. Who think stary dogs are a nuisance. Until their barking scares away a midnight visitor who wants their Blaupunkt car stereo. Or the junkie who thinks walking away with a manhole cover is free enterprise. It’s tough being a dog. There are fewer spaces which have mud and trees. Lamp posts and car wheels have to make do. The traffic is an obstacle course. But you know there is a doggie god when a car drives up and someone who really loves you, feeds you.
And so it goes. With the old man who has a pavement class on Carter Road. Old. Very. Probably is due VRS from VRS. Each morning. Children from nearby building sites. Sitting before the sea trying to master their A’B C’s . The O for Orange obscured by an early morning walker. No it’s not O for Parrot the old man say’s. They have only a little time before the rising sun hits their stretch of the pavement . Till tomorrow morning then.
When another day will dawn and let him once more do that thing that he does.
Our little village and some of the going ons that transpire within.
Jan 20, 2009
That thing that you do...
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Touching, Clement! Thank you!
Corinne
what do i say?
what i never managed to figure was why the concerned lady in her red mercedes never bothered to feed the dogs outside her own gate.
as anyone who has ever wandered outside Mt Mary's Church at night can confirm, the strays there are vicious and ill tempered. they are a nuisance and a danger to pedestrians and residents.
rather than whipping up sympathy for the plight of strays, let's either adopt them and care for them till they are no more.
Or else do away with them so that the object of some people's affections doesn't turn into a nuisance for others.
Karl ra munta, Clem
Hey Clem, As usual you are amazing when you write, be it about the dogs birds or the bees. Was in Bombay for a while and happened to see this lady from opp the hearsh bakery directing the traffic and I chuckled and said to myself hmmm good topic to write on ha haha haha...LaNoel
Wake up Clement its a month now since you have written. Whats with you? Christmas and New Year has finished and Lent begins come on now stop being lazy and wake up Clement....Wake Up!!!!!!
What is needed for the dogs is oral birth control. Also the dogs wouldn't be there if there wasn't so much trash around. No trash, no dogs. But that would mean people would have to have civic pride and not be pigs and throw out trash from their windows like in the Middle Ages. You don't like the dogs? Deal with your trash.
Anonymous, the lady in the red mercedees not only feeds the dogs outside her house on palli hill but every other dog that needs a meal. and she does more than that - she vaccinates, provides medical support, spading, all of it.
if you cant help shut up man! bloody bugger. you are new to bandra or wot?
I point at the moon and you see my finger.
It's not about the dogs or the red mercedes. Its about passion.
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