Outside a shopping complex the other day, I watched as an old man bent down to pat a small dog. The vision of this scene has frozen in my mind. It’s possibly a stretch too far to say it was ‘a vision of loveliness’, but it was lovely, nevertheless. I had to watch and take it in –it was (and excuse me for being soppy) a beautiful sight.
The little dog was tied to a pillar, obviously left there by its owner - dropped by to do some shopping.
The elderly man emerged from the shopping centre, spotted
the little dog and instantly (though not instantly as in speed) walked over to it. It was (at first) almost painful to observe the time it took the man to bend over towards the dog’s head, but, all the while the little dog (obediently,
still sitting) had an expectant up-turn of its head, as its wagging tail swished madly on the pavement.
When the mans’ hand finally reached the dog’s furry head and stroked it while speaking soft endearments, the dog stood and squirmed with joy and I’m sure I saw a look of true bliss on its little face.
How I wished I had a camera with me – but, then again, it’s probably better to keep
images such as this in one’s mind to treasure and recall ,without checking a picture on a computer screen to recollect how good it was.
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