The shaggy haired dog appeared
emaciated, unloved. Yet–
Its eyes were bright and the constant
panting resembled a smile, as if it were
happy despite its apparent hardship.
The dog did not growl when I approached
and gently ran my hand over its back.
It just laid down and glanced at me as if
approving of my action. As we viewed one-
another, I knew instantly my duty and its fate.
Now, better groomed with a shiny coat and
somewhat plump, the smile seems more
pronounced. I am glad, for it is why we