And so began the story of Lucky.
Coming home one night (last Tuesday to be precise) I stumbled into an all-black, extremely skinny mongrel who was wandering lost... on the street where I live. (say that sing-song and man, isn't that fun?)
He was sort of looking pitiful and lost and was standing behind Bra-man's car (Bra generously dropped me home, thanks Bra!), so I gesticulated wildly that "BRA GOT DOG BEHIND YOUR CAR, CAREFUL"
When the dog did not budge, I beckoned it to me.
With only the splittest of seconds of hesitation, he came towards me and licked my hands. Within minutes, I was his best friend. Needless to say, when I saw how many ribs were sticking out from his skin-and-bone body, my heart broke.
I coaxed him into my house, and despite Maya's ridiculous barking, he followed. I opened a can of dog food, and lo! He fell upon it with such hunger I felt like crying.
Immediately I knew two things: He's no stray and he's been lost/abandoned for weeks, minimum.
First of all, he's extremely friendly, and despite being quite a large dog (once he puts on weight again), he's gentle. Strays run when you approach because they are suspicious of people; and so my conclusion (taking in good condition of teeth and the would-be glossy fur also) is that he is a lost/abandoned pet dog, from probably very far away.
And it's easy to see he's been wandering lost for a long, long time. No dog is that skinny. If nobody had picked him up in a week or so more, he would have died of starvation.
And I think the world would just be that much worse a place for it.
So yeah.
Maya is not taking to him all too well, but then again she's Queen of the Porch. She'll just have to accept there's a King now.
For now, he's being fed and pumped with vitamins and proteis and all that good stuffz. Hopefully, in a few weeks, I can post another pic of him looking glossy, healthy and FAT.
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