After a late meal this past Saturday, Shelby and I returned to Lucky Mansion around 11:30 at night. As we were walking up to our doors, the sweetest, skinniest little dog walked up to us. From the looks of her, she was still very young, with the face of a puppy, but had clearly had puppies. She wasn't afraid, just cautious, and when I beckoned her over she allowed me giver her a pet.
After saying goodnight to Shelby, I took a seat outside my room and just sat with her. I wanted to give her something to eat, but the only thing in my fridge was an old bag of granola. I don't know what it was, but the dog and I just had this understanding. She plopped down next to me and went to sleep. After a few minutes, I picked her up (surprisingly heavy for her little body) and put her in my apartment. I then rushed off to 7/11 in search of something to give her (side note, my debit card was accidentally cancelled so the last half of this month I have had no cash/borrowing from friends) With the last of my money, I bought her a pack of hot dogs.
When I got back to my apartment, she was sleeping in a little ball. I figured it might be best to ration the hot dogs being that she might make herself sick eating them all at once. I cut up the first one and served it to her. She didn't even stop to chew. Within seconds, the hot dogs was off the cutting board and in her stomach. So cut up another one, and another, and another. So much for rationing.
It is was recently mating season for the dogs of Thailand, and things have been aggressive - many turf wars and dog hoards roaming the streets. I could tell this little gal was absolutely exhausted, and assuming she had no home to go to, she had must have needed to remain alert at all times. I thought about letting her sleep with me in my bed, but decided against potential fleas and ticks. I tried to communicate however humans and dogs communicate that this was a one time thing, and that I could not keep her. I was going to let her sleep in my apartment until about 5:30 and then put her back out to avoid my landlady seeing. Due to her physical state, it looked like she had puppies very recently, and if she still had them I didn't want to keep her away from them for too long.
It seems that somehow she understood, and resumed her sleeping position and closed her eyes. When 5:30 rolled around she was in the same spot, no poop or pee to be found. With a pang of sadness, I picked her up, gave her another pet and a kiss and let her go. She didn't wine, or try to linger, she silently accepted and when I emerged later, she was no where to be found. I hope the bit of rest and food lifted her spirits.
I know there are a million street dogs and they all need food and homes, but the timing and situation felt right. We formed this silent, momentary friendship, and think it meant a lot to both us (CORNY). I always keep my eye out for her, but I have yet to see her again. I hope she is okay.
After saying goodnight to Shelby, I took a seat outside my room and just sat with her. I wanted to give her something to eat, but the only thing in my fridge was an old bag of granola. I don't know what it was, but the dog and I just had this understanding. She plopped down next to me and went to sleep. After a few minutes, I picked her up (surprisingly heavy for her little body) and put her in my apartment. I then rushed off to 7/11 in search of something to give her (side note, my debit card was accidentally cancelled so the last half of this month I have had no cash/borrowing from friends) With the last of my money, I bought her a pack of hot dogs.
When I got back to my apartment, she was sleeping in a little ball. I figured it might be best to ration the hot dogs being that she might make herself sick eating them all at once. I cut up the first one and served it to her. She didn't even stop to chew. Within seconds, the hot dogs was off the cutting board and in her stomach. So cut up another one, and another, and another. So much for rationing.
It is was recently mating season for the dogs of Thailand, and things have been aggressive - many turf wars and dog hoards roaming the streets. I could tell this little gal was absolutely exhausted, and assuming she had no home to go to, she had must have needed to remain alert at all times. I thought about letting her sleep with me in my bed, but decided against potential fleas and ticks. I tried to communicate however humans and dogs communicate that this was a one time thing, and that I could not keep her. I was going to let her sleep in my apartment until about 5:30 and then put her back out to avoid my landlady seeing. Due to her physical state, it looked like she had puppies very recently, and if she still had them I didn't want to keep her away from them for too long.
It seems that somehow she understood, and resumed her sleeping position and closed her eyes. When 5:30 rolled around she was in the same spot, no poop or pee to be found. With a pang of sadness, I picked her up, gave her another pet and a kiss and let her go. She didn't wine, or try to linger, she silently accepted and when I emerged later, she was no where to be found. I hope the bit of rest and food lifted her spirits.
I know there are a million street dogs and they all need food and homes, but the timing and situation felt right. We formed this silent, momentary friendship, and think it meant a lot to both us (CORNY). I always keep my eye out for her, but I have yet to see her again. I hope she is okay.
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