Walking to my Spanish conversation class today I quickly realized I had an uninvited companion. An adorable scruffy homeless small dog started following me. I tried not to look at him. I can’t have pets where I live and he looked like he wanted me to take him. Down every street, through lots of neighborhoods, on a walk that lasted an hour, although I don’t understand why it took so long to get to my destination. Google maps says this is a 1/2 hour walk and a 7 minute drive. And yet it take took me an hour.
My little friend stuck right by me.
Freshly into the walk, I stumbled upon a Dog Mausoleum of sorts. I knew my scruffy friend was in back of me as I shot this picture. I was afraid because I wondered if he could read what I was reading…somebody’s beloved pet had died right on this spot. It scared me and I wondered if this little friend would suffer a similar fate? I had no idea what to do but kept going. What could I do?
I did not have much choice except pray he would be o.k
So we walked on.
Along the way, I met a lovely lady with wealthy dogs.
My little friend just kept following me right to the street and right to the gate.
I do not know where the lost and scraggly dog went after I got to my class. I worried about him and can only hope he got somewhere safely and somebody rescued him. I kept trying to remember the poem about the shadow by Robert Lewis Stevenson from “A Child’s Garden of Verses” which I always loved.
Robert Louis Stevenson
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow–
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all.
He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
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Oh, my! I love that still! I bought that book for Mother her last year, and she still loved it. Gave it to the used book store at her passing. I’ll bet you see you little friend again!
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awe, I’ve been thinking about him. worried