The Lost Dog
I was lying on my bed when I heard the doorbell ring. Who would it be, I thought and went to get the door. To my surprise the first thing I saw looking through a peep hole was… a DOG. The dog rang the bell? Oh no, there is a person next to it, a girl. I asked who it was and the answer came even weirder.
“I am regarding the dog”, the voice said.
“What dog?” I was astonished, as I knew the dog on the other side wasn’t mine. In fact my own dog was as surprised as me, standing by my side, tail waving.
“Do you know this dog? Will you please open the door?” the voice insisted. And against my better judgment I opened the door to see a strange girl in her twenties with a beautiful Collie-like dog with confused eyes and its ears down as it was somewhat terrified.
Turned out, the girl saw this dog sitting next to the entrance to the building a few times and assumed it must have wanted to get in. She decided to help the dog get home and it eventually led her to my apartment. She literally was going to ring every single apartment of which there are more than 50. The canine did look well taken care of, clear eyes, nice and shiny fur, and attitude. Looking at the sad creature I felt the urge to somehow help, it was the eyes of that dog that got me. I asked the girl if she’d checked its collar, if there was any, as it might have the information - a phone number or something. And there it was, a collar around the neck. She didn’t think of it before and even now was a bit hesitant to take a closer look at the dog’s collar as it might result in getting bitten. I extended my hand towards the animal to let it smell me but it started to hold back, clearly the dog was scared of strangers who brought it to an unknown place and now were checking it out. I went into my apartment to get my dog’s food to gain the trust of my furry visitor. I offered some but the dog didn’t eat it, just smelled, however it let me touch and pet it. Once I felt comfortable petting the dog I grabbed the collar and here it was - the phone number and the name of the dog. ATHAMAN. The girl was on the phone already talking to its master who’d lost the dog a few days ago. It was an old and disabled lady who’d been missing her pet terribly. She lived a few blocks down and I wondered why the dog was sitting by my building instead. I borrowed my dog’s extra leash to that girl who took the dog back. The girl is a neighbor who actually lives a few floors up. I’ve never seen her before though. So, we reunited the dog with his master and it is a good day so far, and I feel the warm glow that comes from having done a good deed for the day, and ever since then I feel incredibly light hearted, but, nevertheless, slightly guilty sharing it, because we're taught we're supposed to DO, not tell.
“I am regarding the dog”, the voice said.
“What dog?” I was astonished, as I knew the dog on the other side wasn’t mine. In fact my own dog was as surprised as me, standing by my side, tail waving.
“Do you know this dog? Will you please open the door?” the voice insisted. And against my better judgment I opened the door to see a strange girl in her twenties with a beautiful Collie-like dog with confused eyes and its ears down as it was somewhat terrified.
Turned out, the girl saw this dog sitting next to the entrance to the building a few times and assumed it must have wanted to get in. She decided to help the dog get home and it eventually led her to my apartment. She literally was going to ring every single apartment of which there are more than 50. The canine did look well taken care of, clear eyes, nice and shiny fur, and attitude. Looking at the sad creature I felt the urge to somehow help, it was the eyes of that dog that got me. I asked the girl if she’d checked its collar, if there was any, as it might have the information - a phone number or something. And there it was, a collar around the neck. She didn’t think of it before and even now was a bit hesitant to take a closer look at the dog’s collar as it might result in getting bitten. I extended my hand towards the animal to let it smell me but it started to hold back, clearly the dog was scared of strangers who brought it to an unknown place and now were checking it out. I went into my apartment to get my dog’s food to gain the trust of my furry visitor. I offered some but the dog didn’t eat it, just smelled, however it let me touch and pet it. Once I felt comfortable petting the dog I grabbed the collar and here it was - the phone number and the name of the dog. ATHAMAN. The girl was on the phone already talking to its master who’d lost the dog a few days ago. It was an old and disabled lady who’d been missing her pet terribly. She lived a few blocks down and I wondered why the dog was sitting by my building instead. I borrowed my dog’s extra leash to that girl who took the dog back. The girl is a neighbor who actually lives a few floors up. I’ve never seen her before though. So, we reunited the dog with his master and it is a good day so far, and I feel the warm glow that comes from having done a good deed for the day, and ever since then I feel incredibly light hearted, but, nevertheless, slightly guilty sharing it, because we're taught we're supposed to DO, not tell.