The dog sniffed around, thought she smelled something in the air. She poked her head out of the kennel, expectantly looking for something. Her eyes showed grief as she let out a soft whimper. With desperation and helplessness, she crouched back in her little sanctuary. Her eyes were in the darkness but her nose was searching for hope in the air.
Her masters were inside the house, going about business as if nothing had happened. She could hear them with their television turned on -- the husband on the couch, watching his news and the wife on the phone, chatting with her friends. She didn’t sense the boy though.
Till last week her children were there playing around, under her watchful eyes. They’d roll, jump, bite and do things that cute, innocent puppies do. They would try to climb over her and would tumble. She would pick them up with her mouth and set them upright. Again they would try and fall. Finally one would make it onto her back. The summit now conquered, the pups would lie down and sleep beside her – tired. The lone victor, alone at the top, would tumble onto the sleeping ones and try to get them to acknowledge his victory. The others would not pay attention and he would fall asleep too.
Even till yesterday she still had one last remaining child with her. She was content with that. It was good that her masters at least let her have the one pup. But today morning her last one had been taken somewhere, she didn’t know. She had tried to stop them. She had shouted, wailed and begged. But she didn’t think they understood. Her protectiveness getting the better of her, she had bitten her master and he had hit her. The battle lost, her child gone forever.
As she slouched in her kennel, she heard a slight sobbing coming from the house. She looked about trying to see where it had come from. Why would her masters be sobbing? Did something happen in the house? Did a robber come and rob the house? Instinct and faith told her to run in and scare the robber away. But then again why should she? Her faith would have to wait till her motherly heart was healed. As she put her head down, she saw the boy. Up by the window in his room was the boy --looking at her and slowly sobbing. Her best friend.
Her masters were inside the house, going about business as if nothing had happened. She could hear them with their television turned on -- the husband on the couch, watching his news and the wife on the phone, chatting with her friends. She didn’t sense the boy though.
Till last week her children were there playing around, under her watchful eyes. They’d roll, jump, bite and do things that cute, innocent puppies do. They would try to climb over her and would tumble. She would pick them up with her mouth and set them upright. Again they would try and fall. Finally one would make it onto her back. The summit now conquered, the pups would lie down and sleep beside her – tired. The lone victor, alone at the top, would tumble onto the sleeping ones and try to get them to acknowledge his victory. The others would not pay attention and he would fall asleep too.
Even till yesterday she still had one last remaining child with her. She was content with that. It was good that her masters at least let her have the one pup. But today morning her last one had been taken somewhere, she didn’t know. She had tried to stop them. She had shouted, wailed and begged. But she didn’t think they understood. Her protectiveness getting the better of her, she had bitten her master and he had hit her. The battle lost, her child gone forever.
As she slouched in her kennel, she heard a slight sobbing coming from the house. She looked about trying to see where it had come from. Why would her masters be sobbing? Did something happen in the house? Did a robber come and rob the house? Instinct and faith told her to run in and scare the robber away. But then again why should she? Her faith would have to wait till her motherly heart was healed. As she put her head down, she saw the boy. Up by the window in his room was the boy --looking at her and slowly sobbing. Her best friend.
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